“Patchowski,” Sam answered, pleasantly. Fair was fair, even if she often took an 'all's fair' approach to a great many things. She couldn't help but soften and smile at the reaction to her request, even as she tried (with some success) to resist the temptation to watch Will at work. She'd glance at his doodling now and then, but mostly let her eyes wander across the window her back had been to before. At 'um,' she took paper back to examine the art, and shot Will one of her sunniest smiles. “Better than okay.”

She folded the paper carefully so that the bear wouldn't be blurred before she could find a piece of packing tape or somesuch to preserve it, and then tucked it back into her book. “Lucky for me that you work as quick as you do; my ride's here, and he might've been waiting a bit already.” She shoved her book back into her bag and zipped it, then slid the strap onto her shoulder. She considered the coffee she'd started and braced before drinking the remaining three-quartes-cup in a breath.

“I should go. It was nice to meet you, though.” Once more, she offered her hand to shake; it seemed the thing to do. “Good luck, safe travels, and all that jazz.”