Her presence wasn't the one that he expected, but he knew better than to underestimate the clones either. He had trained and killed enough of them to know what they were capable of when given a free leash to run on. His independence had taught him just as much as how well and far an order could go, but why had they sent her in the first place? Surely they knew a single clone could hardly best him in combat, least of all a clone that snuck in with so little equipment to face off against him.

Instinct made him pause from ruining her on the cold floor because there had to be a reason she was here. No one simply walked in unless they either expected a fight or saw the value of opportunity outstripped the risks to themselves. Sarah had always had the cunning and the skills to think for herself; he somehow doubted she came under order because of her equipment. She could hardly hope to con him out of his own weapons, and he was known to be deadly bare handed anyway.

"Hydra's invitation to enter ended at the door," he said as he stepped out of a shadow behind her, leaving enough distance so they couldn't physically engage one another just yet. "This is your single opportunity to leave before your body sits on top of the pile."