[ Oh Jesus Christ, Sarissa. Sarah immediately tries to put herself in between the two women, holding one hand back to keep Sarissa from pushing past her. She looks over her shoulder at Clara, hoping she can convey the appropriate amount of "this was not my idea" in her eyes, but that part's not important right now. Right now, she's concerned with stopping Sarissa from going too far. ]
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Look, we just wanna talk.