There was a tightening of muscles, Sabra tilting her head slowly over to one side, like an animal gaining a slightly different visual perspective to work out the solution to a problem.

"Yes..."

She was walking now. Up to, around and then past her. Eyes keeping track. A small sniff being made.

"I disliked it. Heavily."

An implied threat? A warning? Mere observation? Whatever it was, the woman looked away, then back again.

"You don't smell like the others."