Life and death had no value to Hydra. So long as their missions were accomplished, who cared how many lived and dead. Sarah had witnessed that first hand when she was sent on her first mission. No one batted an eye to the kills. When their objectives weren't met, then they got talked to and punished. Clones were less than human. Their life held no value if they couldn't produce results.

She stayed quiet, following behind him as they left the room, heading down the halls to the Captain America exhibit. When they stopped in front of the memorial to James Barnes she felt chills ran down her spine. Her eyes shifted from his face to the man pronounced dead. Well...she'd be damned. Sarah wasn't expecting this sort of twist.

"He'll be a hard man t'find..." she murmured, returning her gaze to his face.

"But, you've given me a place t'start. I don't want t'disturb you relivin'....that." she gestured her head to the memorial. As creepy as it was to know when he 'died' and who he was, she had to say...he still looked damn good for a man over fifty.

She stretched her hand out, gesturing for him to return the photo back to her. He trained her well enough to find others. It would be hard, but impossible for her to find Duncan.