As much as she wanted to deny, scream and yell at him, what he said was true. She wouldn't be able to escape him or Hydra. She would always have to live her life looking over her shoulder to see if anyone was following her. It wouldn't be much of a life, but at least it would be hers. This was all assuming she left the museum with her life still in tact. As it were she wanted to put her gun between his eyes and fire. If not that, then land a good blow to his head.

"I don't need you. Been doin' just fine without you," she hissed between gritted teeth.

He was tempting her, toying with her and doing one hell of a job of it. Either she would have to shoot something when this was all over, or get a stiff drink. Maybe both.

"I can get the information on my own. You're the one that needs a fucking distraction or a hobby..." the words were murmured to herself as she attempted to calm herself down. It wasn't working, it rarely did.

"You..." Sarah stopped herself, forcing herself to take a deep breath and take a step back.

"A fucking, god awful prick." She said the words loud enough for him to hear. There was no point in arguing anymore. He was standing by his decision and she doubted any persuasion on her part would make him change his mind.

"Fine. You can come along."