Sam blinked in confusion. "Try two dinners, it's been two days, and, well, it's not good to disappear for more than one missed meal aboard a ship like this," he fumbled with his fingers. "I can count about a dozen ways to suffer a mischief and not be heard from for days," he cleared his throat for emphasis and squared his shoulders, "even in one's own quarters," he continued.<br/><br/>He relaxed after a moment, his eyes moving across the nest she'd made for herself. "We're two whole days closer to Conrad since we had dinner, have they at least been productive days?" he asked.