"Sam." Sam answered plainly, when Eddie asked for his name. He supposed it was only fair at this point, especially if they were going to be working together to survive and escape. Though, once they made it out of there he was unsure of what would happen. But now was not the time to be thinking about that, there was still a chance they wouldn't make it out at all. 

Raising a brow, he watched as Eddie brought the body into the room and wished it's spirit safe travels. Perhaps this was some werewolf thing that Sam was unaware of but he couldn't imagine having any sympathy for that wolf losing it's life. Hunters like him didn't shed tears or say prayers for the beasts they put down. Those emotions were saved for fellow humans. Yet another thing that made it harder and harder to continue seeing Eddie as some kind of monster. "I wouldn't be too sorry, if he'd had it his way you'd be the one in his position." he said. Truthfully, if any of this had gone to plan, Sam would've had it that way too so perhaps he wasn't one to be judging. "I guess though, I can appreciate your respect for the dead."

At least the other knew how to still look at this practically, another weapon in their hands was a good thing. "Resourceful." he acknowledged, catching the gun. This would help a lot, as Sam had left most of his gear- spare ammo included- with his team. In hindsight, that wasn't the best call. But truly, this whole mission had been fucked. He took the ammo and tossed the gun aside before turning to Eddie. His eyes narrowed as the other man suggested that he go first, a little suspicious that this could be some sort of set up. But both of them had plenty of reason to not trust the other. Sitting and squabbling over petty things would only result in both of their deaths and well, he supposed he had already given Eddie enough warning of what to expect should he try anything. Giving the other man a nod, he walked past him into the hall. 

They didn't know what may lie in wait for them on the floors below. The elevator would be the quickest and easiest way to reach the third floor, if it was still working. Sam walked down the hall with a fairly quick pace, gun in his hands and ready for whatever may come their way. He also remained aware of Eddie following behind him, still ready in case this did go bad. Upon reaching the elevator he pressed the button, but then moved back as he waited for it to come to their floor. After all, they didn't know who might be on that elevator.

When the doors opened, it was lucky for them that the inside was empty. Well, almost. The walls, floor and ceiling of the elevator car were all painted a gruesome shade of red, covered in blood. Two bodies lay on the floor, which Sam barely recognized as two of his teammates. Death was not all that uncommon in their line of work, but Sam would be lying if he said he wasn't a little shaken up by it. As the leader of their team, he couldn't help but feel responsible for the way things turned out. Walking into the elevator, he sighed a shakey breath. "You fought well, I'm sorry I failed you.." He said said softly before returning his attention to Eddie. "Well, it's not ideal... But this is our ride down."

Once the other got on the elevator, he pushed the button for the third floor. However, this would not be their first stop as just after passing several floors, they stopped on the fifth floor.