The Cretan departed as quickly as he'd arrived, leaving a somewhat dazed Sarah McFarlen, still latched on to Jeremy's arm. Jeremy rectified the latter, releasing his grip.
"I was referring to the madre when I said pregnant. Uh. Sorry if you think I meant you. I think he did to." He commented, still sheepish. "So, uh, sorry about that. Didn't expect anyone else to be here. Please don't hit me?"
Sarah pursed her lips, staring off into the distance in thought. A low Hmm emanated from her throat, an impish light winking in her green eyes. "I'll consider it."
A moment later, a delicate fist collided with Jeremy's shoulder, a smiling Sarah McFarlen standing behind it, radiating triumph. "Considered it." She explained. "You did imply I was pregnant. Who's madre anyway?" If she was being labelled a mother-to-be on the behalf of some distant woman, it was at least fair that Sarah should know who she was. If only so she could send her condolences.