She mutters something under her breath that sounds a lot like flippin' secrets and damn chauvenistic men. Don't bother asking her about it; Sarah will admit to only saying nothing.

"Oh, you're just all the same, aren't you!"

Once again, her foot goes down angrily on the leg of her barstool. This time, though, her foot slips on the metal bar, causing her to lose her balance and seat as Sarah Jane goes flying face-foward.