Cordelia couldn't help but smile a bit at the kind words offered by Michel, a bit of spine returning to the girl before she heard the Master of Assassin speak. Killed by Servants, monsters, and each other...Cordelia had to imagine. How easy would it be for a Servant to sneak past Samson and disembowel her? How much of a push would someone as nice as Michel need to wring her neck? She'd quiver a bit, before a hand was gently placed on her shoulder. 

Having risen from his seated position, Samson would be in a position to comfort his Master...albeit, he'd use the least comforting words to do it. Negative motivation, one might call it when he said: [color=f9ad81][b]"Well if you're scared, the Director has generously offered you a benchwarming position. Hell, give the word and I'll raise a fuss and get unsummoned. I'm sure I'd only get a swing or two in before I'm sent back to the throne,"[/b][/color] Samson said, eyeing the Assassin in particular as he said that. [color=f9ad81][b]"...But if you're stupid enough for this, then you're every bit the moron I thought you were when you summoned me."[/b][/color]

There would be a brief pause as Cordelia sorted out her thoughts, before placing both of her hands atop Samson's. [color=bc8dbf][b]"...You really...are the worst,"[/b][/color] she said with a nervous smile. [color=bc8dbf][b]"...But fine. On my family's honor, I'll gladly risk my life to prove I'm worth something,"[/b][/color] she said, looking at the other Masters present, then at her own soup before she picked up the bowl and started wholesale drinking it, foregoing her spoon entirely. Setting the bowl down and wiping her face, she'd stand up. [color=bc8dbf][b]"If that's all director, I'll spend my remaining time preparing my rituals. ...I hope you recover swiftly, Ms. Staton,"[/b][/color] Cordelia said, presenting herself as every bit the mage's daughter she looked. She'd take a step away from the table, looking back over her shoulder at Michel. [color=bc8dbf][b]"Oh and...thank you for the words of confidence. I promise that I won't run unless its strictly necessary."[/b][/color]

Samson would stay behind, seeing as he didn't have much need to help Cordelia with her stuff. Instead, he'd stand against the wall and observe the future going-ons of the last supper. Which may or may not have included sizing up this "Tamamo" that he wasn't allowed to fight. He hadn't gotten a chance to "read" her strength with his skill, but he had certainly felt his body's limitations growing higher while it tried to understand Tamamo's.