"Either that or let the punk kill us. Your call wise guy." He says commenting on the party boy. He didn't really mind the bitchy woman. Perhaps he had dealt with that kind of filth enough to ignore it. Sam rest his back against a wall looking at them, "Sides, it seems like the snow is keeping us here. Be good way to kill time right?" He says as he hints a pun to this dark moment. "So, butler guy... what you think we should start doing? Get some finger prints, or maybe get the motive from everyone?" He asks her curiously.