Sam's eyes widened as he seemed to be very mad that he missed. Or at least that was what she thought. She didn't know about the other thing out there until he said it took the other person out there. She just stared at him for a moment, thinking for a moment. She was about to say she would be fine on her own, but then he remembered his deal with her. She raised an eyebrow though, looking at him a bit confused. "But I wasn't able to follow through on my end of the deal." She said, but shrugged and left to go find the clothing that he was talking about. She shuddered as she heard what he said about the previous owners. She was very glad he didn't find her when all this happened. She left the room, not wasting any time as she ran up stairs to the apartment that he was talking about. It was fairly easy to find. She had to try on a few things before she found something that fit, and in the end, the woman that lived there had smaller breasts than Sam, so she had to go without a bra. She ended up with a tank top and another pair of jeans, though they were a bit too small and kind of uncomfortable.<br/><br/>She ran back down stairs, her gun tucked into her pants because it wouldn't fit in her pocket. She just stopped in the doorway and stared at him. "Do I get my other gun back?" She asked, nodding over to her assault rifle. She crossed her arms over her chest, hiding her perked nipples. She was cold, and without a bra, it was quite obvious. Though she couldn't really do anything about it. She just stood there, looking at him. He had a very odd get up, now that she thought about it. She wasn't quite sure what he was going to do with her, but maybe if he got caught up with this feline man and this girl, she could escape. Would escaping even be worth it at this point? He did say he would protect her.