“Bear-whisperer, maybe?” A bodybag, definitely. To be fair, the chaos mages (she'd heard of) were playing with loaded dice, but there wasn't a one who hadn't had allies, enemies, and innocent bystanders scream you fuckin' idiot, you're gonna get yourself killed on multiple occasions. “But even if it's a 'just a passing bear,' there's no guarantee it isn't a were-bear. Just a passing bear could be any variety. 'Were' is one.”

Sam shook her head. “Not exactly, not yet, but I'm waiting on my ride, so I'm gonna go along the window to see if I can spot him. If he isn't here, I'm gonna grab another coffee and come back. Heck, if he is here, I'll at least stop by and say bye because you've made waiting a lot less boring. I'm just carrying my crap off because... well, y'know.” She spread her hands.

“Not much worth stealing, and even if there were I'd trust you to watch it, but there's that whole airport thing. Ditch it, and there'll probably be 'would the owner of these horrible hobo pants please come to the security counter...' across the intercom.”