Unfortunately, Sarah will not recognize most of anyone.

There's only one person she would find familiar, should they ever find their way across the ship, and his name is Adam Hale. She hasn't caught the familiar scent of cigarettes and whiskey, however, so she isn't getting her hopes up. It's been a long, long time since she saw Adam. He gave up his freedom so she could have hers, and it's something she will never forget.

"I'm not sure yet," she answers Ethan, lifting her gaze up. There isn't recognition, but it's friendly, if not subdued.

"Maybe I'm waiting for inspiration to strike."