"...It's a pleasure," Sabra said, but without any real warmth. It was a formality. She had spent enough time talking to him, however. There were other things to do, like rendezvousing with the other Turks, if they were still here. "My time is short." That was her explanation for leaving.

Sabra did not turn her back on him, but she moved to the side to walk away. This let her keep him in the periphery of her vision for a while.