Alan stops her

Alan didn’t move out of her way.

Sadie slowed just a step from him, smile cooling.

“I said I was leaving.”

Alan’s jaw tensed. “That’s the problem,” he said. “You’re not cleared to be down here. I don’t know who you are, and that makes this a security breach. So unless you want to be walked to admin-”

“You’re going to walk me somewhere?” she said, brows lifting, demeanor shifting from honey to ice. “With that stance? That flashlight grip? Please.”

She tapped one finger against his chest. He stiffened. Not from offense - she knew that flinch. It was the kind men gave when desire knocked over discipline. His eyes flicked down her top again, involuntarily, and stayed too long.

Sadie let the silence stretch between them, syrupy. Then she stepped around him - just two fingers drifting along the hem of his jacket, trailing heat.

“I could leave,” she said over her shoulder, already at the console. “Or you could help me run a test. Something I’ve been meaning to try. In fact, it’s in part why Dr. Kekyll brought me here this evening.”

Alan turned, still stuck between threat and curiosity. “You’re not authorized to -”

With the RAC swiped while he was stunned prior, she typed faster than he could finish the sentence.