Sam listens, still frowning, still standing aside. He'll verbally invite her in eventually, but he doesn't want to make her decide before she gets out why she's here in case she changes her mind. It's an uncomfortable topic, after all, and he's not exactly a close friend.

"It's not a good thing where I'm from, either." He's a hypocrite, he knows it, but most of the resurrections had been against his will. "I get it, I do."

There's a pause, and then finally he asks: "D'you want to come in and talk about it?"

About her experience, maybe. About the potential for a cost (which, thankfully, he doesn't think exists in Wonderland). About how she may have changed.

"You don't have to; I'm fine standing here," Sam begins, shifting his weight. "I don't mind just standing here, if you'd rather, or... going somewhere else."