[color=Skyblue]”Being underestimated is good. It means they never expect you to be dangerous,”[/color] Sam gave a little shrug with her words, another lopsided grin adorning her face. [color=Skyblue]”But I’m sure they realize now that you’re a fighter. Which is good! No one likes a dead weight.”[/color] Herself least of all, when it could strain the group. Who knows, what with the gear the little stray was packing she could even be useful if she stayed. Really that’s all Sam could ask for! Well, that and knowing who the hell was driving off in the Explorer. The sound caused the tattoo artist to frown, tilting her head as she listened to the engine slowly fade away. Leo’s room didn’t have a window, but it was [i]probably[/i] Conrad going to cool off. He didn’t seem too happy about the situation, but in these times sometimes the best thing to do was fall in line. Sam didn’t particularly like the thought of wasted gas, but as long as he killed a few corpsewalkers who cared? And he was fanatical about that, so no worries there. [color=SkyBlue]”Hm?”[/color] Once again Sam’s distraction caused her to slide her gaze to the other occupant of the room, quirking a blonde eyebrow at Ash. [color=SkyBlue]”Right,”[/color] She stated and got up from the bed, stretching her arms above her head. [color=Skyblue]”I’ll go grab a change of Brooklyn’s clothes – you’d be swimming in whatever I have, short stuff.”[/color] It admittedly make Sam’s skin itch slightly at leaving the girl alone since they hadn’t known each other for even an hour, but it was just a brief trip. Sliding the door open just slightly the blonde slipped out and closed it behind her. A frown briefly pulled at her lips seeing Leo, the image of him with his hand on that little gun of his flashing through her mind, but it was soon smoothed over with a quirk of her lips. [color=Skyblue]”One minute, soldier, need to grab our stray some clothes.”[/color] She slipped by Leo and within minutes of rummaging in Brook’s things – and checking briefly on Beaumont and George, her pair of red robin tomato plants that Sam had stashed by Brook’s window – she had grabbed what looked like the smallest sets of clothing the other woman owned. She was sure despite what happened Brooklyn wouldn’t mind. Sam liked rummaging through her things all the time after all. Sometimes she folded towels into elephants – it was the only animal she knew how to fold though. Within short order the tattoo artist was once more brushing passed Leo and inside the room, offering the armful of clothing to Ash. [color=Skyblue]”Here you go. Best you’re going to get unless you want to wear my spare hoodie as a dress. Best apocalypse fashion there is!”[/color]