Angle, as HANS approaches SABRE, drawing his SWORD. He’s leering at her evilly.

SABRE still holds the MAP CASE.

3. HANS: That doesn’t BELONG to you.

4. SABRE: It does NOW.

SABRE pulls a HILT from her belt with her free hand. A slight, smug, very self-assured grin playing at her lips – she’s very cocky.

5. SABRE: Unless you’d like to try and TAKE it from
me, Hans?

With a flick of the wrist, the HILT unfolds into a rapier of her own – thinking of the folding blade effect in the new Star Trek movie.

SABRE has a gleam in her eye. A dangerous woman.

6. SABRE: Fancy your chances?