[center][h2][color=a0410d]Sam Cross[/color][/h2][/center]

When the young man jumped in alarm, scooting back, frightened, Sam held her hands up to show she meant no harm. He had no idea what had happened to him, how he came here, and he blamed it all on her. The naked woman sighed, "[color=a0410d]One, I didn't do a thing to you. Two, we need to get out of here now. Three, I need you to just trust me and we'll figure it out later.[/color]" She really really hoped the man would trust her. As she heard the sound of emergency vehicles in the distance she knew she had very little time. It would be such a bother if he chose to be annoying and not do what she said. She really didn't want to leave the man, but she didn't want to die for him either. 

Claire called to her, advising her to flee the scene quickly and get some clothes on. Sam nodded, calling back, "[color=a0410d]I know! I'm working on it.[/color]" With this, if the man was facing any hesitation she looked at him with peeved though pleading eyes and said, "[color=a0410d]Pretty please?[/color]" She stood up and offered her hand to the shivering and shaking man, dearly hoping he would take it.

[center][@Leolycan][/center]