Sariel tries, and fails, to suppress a flinch. Oh dieu - Milliways - Why had she not expected this?

Later, she'll remember that this is clear confirmation that the Data who's found the bar is her own reality's version. Later. Nothing so analytical is going through her head right now, though. It's a long, long second before she turns her head, meets his gaze. Her voice sounds tiny in her own ears, not to mention the tiniest bit shaky.

"Yes, sir."

She acts as though she's expecting a reprimand. Maybe she is.