Sara's not going to argue, even if maybe her gaze lingers a little on that whole side of his face thing. He says he's got, he's got it. Sara will just stand over here and leave him at his word. She doesn't know him -- at least not any further than his face, and the fact it's not the face she saw a couple of weeks back -- and it's not her place really to assume he wants to be here any more than any of the rest of them.