Sarah's glare turned heated. She didn't have to answer him. He wasn't her commanding officer. He wasn't anything to her, but in denying that, it brought another bout of pain for her. She didn't let it register on face, only holding onto her anger to keep up her facade. Why did he want to know?

"I don't have to answer," she growled, preparing to back away from him and sprint in the other direction.

He was more than capable of taking her down, but he continued to ask, trying to drag it out of her. It was more frustrating than anything else.