“Taught as a man, to drive... as a bear. Might have potential?” Sam had to grin at the way Will's eyebrows went up until they were out of sight, taking a few moments to adjust the strap of her bag and hear whatever it was the boy had to say. His assurance prompted a soft chuff, and once again, she shook her head. “I'm glad, cause these are one of my pretty good pairs. The horrible hobo pants, they're one of the first things security would find if they looked through my luggage. Two hard yanks away from their new career as cut-offs, they're ratty as anything but I like 'em too much to toss. But, anyway? I'll be back.”

Rounding the chairs to walk along the windows, Sam passed by Will; feeling it wasn't too terrible an idea (and trusting her intuition) she reached out just enough to give his shoulder a gentle pat in passing. It was one of the rare instances in which her walking pace proved an asset, since it meant she could reach a little more leisurely, not spook the kid with a sudden movement.