Sara watched Lassiter, only mildly paying attention to him. She had been on fairly good terms with him, and hadn't talked to him in months. She rolled her eyes slightly to herself as he harassed the couple. She herself had always found the rigidity of pack rank mates to be irritating. As Sam went to help Lassiter, her eyes caught Caroline's. The girl had always been kind to her. She was probably one of the hardest to leave, when Sara thought about it. She swallowed hard, her eyes hardening, and a forced looking smile quickly made its way onto her lips before disappearing almost as quickly as it appeared. She sighed quietly to herself, hugging her arms to her chest, and stared out of the window, spacing out for a while, trying to clear her mind.
"Sorry about that, what can I get you this morning? And how have you been?" Sara heard, causing her eyes to snap to attention, and out of mere overreaction, she grabbed the blunt butter knife by her hand, defensively, before realizing it was only. Realizing it was only Sam, Sara's grip on the knife loosened, her knuckles which had turned white with the pressure at which she had been squeezing it. She dropped it, hearing the soft clatter, she looked up at Sam, "Just... A chicken fried steak. To go." she muttered quietly, ignoring his question, she handed him the menu, and looked down at the table, her hands returning to their defensive position around her chest.