Pretty much ignoring Yuuri's pleas for peace, Sara was already scrambling out of the bed and to Sasuke's side, a hand hovering over his shoulder like he wanted to get a hold on him but was afraid he would interrupt something. He couldn't even say if it was necessary or not -- with any luck, the clown would just leave as asked and all would be fine -- but it was a comfort thing; he didn't keep his sword in the bedroom (something he would definitely be changing) and more than anything right then he just wanted his Weapon on hand.