It's easy enough a connection that Sara does it without much thought to at all. Reaching up and pulling out a baton from under her shirt and along her back. Always on her. One of the many, many weapons that can be said about. Always somewhere. Always on her. Always not defenseless. Even though that word would never fit her without a single one.

Extending its length with the grip of two hands. "Here. It won't bend or break so you're good."