Sam watched as Scorn pointed out the features of the base. Maybe she had been a little hopeful in the whole hero bit, but Sam had convinced herself that the Syndicate guys had deserved this. They were hurting people, and she couldn't just let that slide. As they came to Reaper's and Dustman's rooms, Sam was sad that the previous leader had all but rendered these guys mute.

"Can they write? Maybe we could ask if they have names already." Sam asked, after Scorn said that the underlings mostly spoke gibberish. "I just think that it's a shame that they were forced to be like this."

Sam sighed and realized that it couldn't be helped that they couldn't speak, but at least she had somewhere to crash for the time being. Scorn said she could decorate the room to Sam's tastes, but all of the Sam's worldly possessions were in her bag and on her person. She didn't even have a change of clothes at the moment, but she figured she'd do something about it later. Clothes could be washed, but food couldn't just appear out of nowhere.

"I should go up to my room and drop off my bag, then. I don't really own much, so decoration isn't something that I usually do. Besides, when all this Syndicate business is done, I wanna move on. Maybe I'll go see Canada next. I hear Niagara Falls is nice, and I'm just no good at staying in one place." Sam had thought about settling down once before, but the two problems were obvious right off the bat. One, she was Conduit with fearsome powers, and two, she didn't like sitting in small rooms for a long time. She'd miss the sky every night, and the fresh air blowing across her face.