Sam gives a friendly smile as he plops down, twiddling his thumbs and really feeling the empty weight of the absence of a gun in his hands. Every little sound makes his head snap in that direction, squinting suspiciously.

He barely manages to catch her question. "Huh? Oh, yeah, where I'm from you uh...can't be picky about what you eat. Otherwise you just...don't eat. I'll eat anything, trust me."