"And if I choose not to listen to you, what will you do?" Larxene asked, seeming genuinely, albeit playfully, curious. "Try to hit me? Tell me to stop? Cry in a corner?"

She giggled. Sara was protected from serious harm in the interest of research. This unexpected guest wasn't, and Larxene intended to take advantage of that.

Casually, but with her usual blinding speed, she whipped a kunai, aimed to sail over Greg's head, but not by much. Maybe that would remind Sara of just who was in control here.