Sam kept a neutral face on as she heard Scorn talk. It was like she'd done a one eighty. [i]I guess I was right. Her personality switches depending on what she wants…[/i] Sam however, didn't show any signs of being nervous. She'd almost had been suspicious about the other's openness and hospitality. For a gang leader, she'd been quite charismatic. The fact that Scorn was hiding the underbelly of her organization meant that Scorn wanted Sam bad enough to lie.

"Yeah, let's go find a taxi. I should be able to go inside easily, since I look like tourist." Sam shifted her jacket, and noticed a stain on the inside. Blood. "I'll, him have to keep my jacket zipped up though. Fighting always leaves my jackets stained on the sleeves and inside."

She mentally checked her blood bag tubes. It was all in order, and she supposed that in order to really make sure everything was coming out as she wanted it to, she'd have to pull all the blood out first. "Oh, you wanted me to demonstrate my power earlier. I need to make sure my blood bag isn't leaking, so I could show you what I can do. I might get messy, so is there anywhere that I won't spear an innocent lamp or something?"

Sam smiled. A real smile. Even if Scorn was crazy, killing Sam made very little sense. Sam was the rook on the chessboard, able to move all around if she so chose, and enemies didn't know about her yet. She had to be used in an emergency, and could cover Scorn should the Syndicate need it. It was strange, even if she was in unknown territory with a psychopath, at least Sam was useful. Besides, the Reapers would be a useful tool for destroying the Syndicate.