The corner of Sara's lip tugs upwards a bit at that, and she leans a shoulder against the back of her seat, considering him a moment.

"You say that like you have a say in the matter."

Still, it's probably the first time in years anyone has genuinely cared about where she was or what she did that didn't pertain to a mission. She chews on her lip, shrugging her free shoulder.

"They were taking too long. Didn't like the idea of you sitting in a carbon block somewhere, just... waiting for them to get organized."