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[Center][color=a6fef2]Location[/color]: Château de La Lune: Foyer  
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Sam couldn't prove it, but he felt as if there was this undertone with Tony. The way in which he spoke making it seem as if his opinion or words mattered more because he was a doctor. Or simply because Sam wasn't of a notable profession. He didn't care for him, but he also didn't have to. All they had to do was survive the weekend, escape the manor, and make it back alive. Something Sam was considering if he even wanted to do. Each death a new notch in his belt. Each death a reminder of what he'd done. He didn't bother responding to either of them, gesturing towards the door as soon as the bell was rung for food and ensuring he was the last one out of his room. Before he left however, he set down a device, older than most of the items he carried, it was functionally a recording device. The main difference being that it erased any negative space, removing silence and only playing back sounds. It was said to capture the sounds of spirits, and there had been times it had before. 

Sam closed the door behind him, making his way to grab some food behind Constance and Tony. Jeanne seemed happy when he arrived, why he had no idea. Then again, perhaps she was the unknown number who told him to head for Miguel's body. Was she friend or foe? Sam wanted to find out. He loaded up his plate, mostly pastries with a bit of the actual food there, before he followed Jeanne out into the Solarium away from the others. [Color=a6fef2]”Mind if I join you? We haven't had much time to talk given all of the activities going on around here.”[/color]