"What's eating you, Blondie?" Mick Rory asked, as he watched Sara beat a punching bag so hard she ripped the seams.
"Poorly-constructed equipment," she grumbled.
"The equipment was accurately constructed with your specifications, Captain Lance," Gideon chirped.
Sara hit the bag again, as sand poured out.
"This about Trenchcoat?" he asked, cutting down the broken bag for her.
Sara shook her head. "Not exactly."
"The other scrawny Englishman then," he nodded.
"I guess I need to make a decision," Sara said flatly.
"Not ready to forgive and forget?"
"Not particularly," she grunted, running a towel over her face. "You here to tell me otherwise?"
"I'm here to tell you don't let your personal feelings for the Englishman cloud your judgment."
"Are you accusing me of sentiment? Think I'll run off and rescue Rip from his own bad choices because of some lingering loyalty?" she practically hissed.
"Loyalty? Is that what you're calling it?" he snickered. "And no, I think you'll leave him to rot because you're pissed he left you."
Sara looked at him with shock. "That's not… I'm not that petty."
"No? Then why is he still sitting in a Time Pig cell when Trenchcoat said we can't beat the latest bad guy without him?" he grunted as he hauled the broken bag to the recycling chute.
She rolled her eyes and laid back down on the mat in exhaustion.
"If you're here to lecture me, John, I don't need to hear it," Sara frowned, carrying her coffee back to her office.
"I'm in no position to lecture anyone, Luv," he said. "But we need your former captain if we're going to find the relics to stop your demon."
She sighed. "Yeah. I know. Also, not my demon, your demon. To be clear."
"Broke your heart, did he?" he smiled knowingly, flicking his lighter.
"The demon?" she asked, deflecting.
"The time master."
She gave him a dark look. "Same difference. He can't be trusted."
"Neither can most people. But I hear he's got a soft spot for you. I can work with that."
"You can. I can't," she said. "Fine, we make a plan, but once he's on board, you're his point person. No one else on this ship needs another knife in the back, least of all me."
"Fair enough, Luv," John grinned.