Sarah's stepped stopped cold hearing that all too familiar voice. Though he couldn't see the smirk on her face, he might be able to hear it in her voice.

"Know what they say about assuming? It makes an ass out of you and me, even though yours is perfectly fine." A small throwback to their nights together when they were able to have a handful of hours of privacy.

She wore nothing that gave away her old affiliation to Hydra. A jacket, pants and boots were her items of clothing, all of which were black. Tucked away was a knife in her boot and hand guns to her thigh and under her arm. Sarah was clever, smart and deadly, not stupid. She knew better to come to him unarmed. If she wanted to sign her death warrant she would've charged at him right then and there.

Instead, she slowly turned around, revealing her face to him while keeping her hands in her coat pockets. She kept her stance relaxed and composed, as though she was talking to an old friend and not mass killer.

"Didn't think you'd be one for dramatics, Love. But, good t'see you too..." she let her sentence trail on, giving him a once over.

"I'm not here for a fight, only information. Tell me and I'll leave you alone for however long you like."