Sam quietly heard what Scorn had to say. Then, Scorn giggled. It was not a schoolgirl giggle, nor was it a quick little laugh. It was less than sane, as if Sam were still at the whim of a crazed woman. Sam fear showed in her eyes only for as long as the giggle did. Once it was gone Sam's face snapped back into its neutral position.

"It's just a little blood. It washes out, I think." Sam replied to Scorn comment about the floor being replaced. "Promise me you'll only cry if it's an emergency, because I think I'd die of laughter if I had to make blood spikes out of your tears. Your face would be covered in spikes." the image made Sam smile, but it was suppressed. She was still walking on eggshells, but hopefully she wouldn't tick off Scorn.

"After you, ma'am." Sam opened the front door and bowed jokingly. "After all, I have no idea how to hail a cab in this city."