Yeah, well I guess he's a man of opportunity with a temper. [She moves her hair out of the way to show the healing puncture wound on her neck. He'd made his point with the fork, leaving more of an original impact on her than he might've with the holy water.] And everything I did? I wasn't exactly alone in that Sammy. Besides, I was just doing my job. Do you know what would have happened to me if I'd failed? [A fate far worse than death.

The nickname rolls off her tongue before she can stop herself, actually taking a chance while she's stuck to actually look him over. Everything about him is different, more mature - it's not good for her. She'd liked the old Sam because he'd been far more easy to bend to her will, this version of him would just take a little more time.

Arms crossing, she lets out a sharp breath. She knew she wouldn't get a warm welcome, hell not even a lukewarm one. But still, she didn't need to be a total dick.]

Look, I'm sorry about your brother. I saw.