Start?

[ She comes within an arm's reach of Simon, close enough to reach out and snap his neck if the need struck her. Which it very well might. Sara is fine with liars and cheaters -- that's all part of the game. But traitors? In the name of false promises and shiny immortality? Sara doesn't hold that in particularly high esteem at all. ]

Oh, Simon. I've already got a few in mind. Don't forget, I know the ins and outs of Van Ark's treatments as well as you do. It is possible to find out someone's secrets without betraying the ones you love to the very people that hold him. You just have to be a little creative, and a little smart.

[ She'll jab a fist out towards Simon, aiming to pin him to the wall, or at the very least, cause some pain. ]

I don't care if you really cared for them or not. [ Caring was such a funny thing in their world, anyway. ] But you think little old Sam can help you weasel your way out of this one? Sam, your old mate?

[ She scoffs. ]

Disgusting. I think you've forgotten how unforgiving I can be. Tell me, Simon, did he stick to the basilic vein when he shot you up with his concoctions, or did he go straight for the brain?