"A woman with a gun is still a woman with a gun. And even if it is one of us, word will still get around. 'That woman shot a man,' is that what you really want them to say about you, Sara?" he asked, inclining his head. The hood cast shadows over his face, hiding his smirk. "But I thought I told you, the Organization and I are no longer 'friends,' so to speak." How many times would he have her repeat it? The coat's association was the price for anonymity, he supposed.

"If I knew where she was, I wouldn't be searching, would I?"