Sarah's eyes widen slightly and, though she's not proud of it, her hand immediately drifts to the knife she keeps tucked behind her back. It's not a corporeal threat and she recognizes that quickly, but it doesn't make it any less strange. At the same time, hasn't she made a living off of strange? It doesn't stop her from gaping as she stares up at the cloud with incredulity. "What the hell, Cal?" she demands, thinking that she's missed some kind of memo.