"Compassion and frivolity... You are a curious breed, indeed."

The observation was remarked upon with near-contempt, but a few seconds after, Sabra made the spontaneous decision to declare, "No." A pointed look being cast at the basked in the blonde's arms. Books flipping faster around her, before falling back to the floor. This time, softly, not abruptly. "You will not."

It came across like the order it was. Sabra waiting only moments before rising properly to feet, once again. The way she approached the Slayer seeming confrontational, but that was just her default body language. Unavoidable, for now.

"There will be somewhere else. Something bigger. I will have it."