Sam nodded to her and hoisted the young man off the floor, nearly carrying his frail frame as he took him out of Yuna's room. He led the "classmate" through the hall and downstairs, setting him roughly down on a chair near the front door. A servant was assigned to stand guard while waiting for the cops to show up, which Sam had already called. There wouldn't be much questioning, the local police force was familiar with the Aketsu family and knew they were lucky to get a live one when they were involved.<br/><br/>A quick check on the progress of the preparation of the car; which was ready, and affirmation that Yuna was eating her lunch allowed Sam a few seconds of respite to find his way into a bathroom near the kitchen. He ran cold water and used it to splash his face, staring at himself in the mirror as he did so. The short encounter with the intruder had left Sam feeling that adrenaline rush violence left him with and he couldn't help but think back on how close he was to pulling his pistol and executing the poor boy as a first reaction. "You're a body guard, not a soldier... This isn't a war zone, the rules are different." That mantra ran through his mind as he calmed himself, drying his hands on a fancy towel after turning the water off. "Sam?" Yuna's voice carried enough for him to hear and he checked his reflection again, then flicked off the lights and made his way to the kitchen.<br/><br/>Yuna was wearing an all black outfit that was very formfitting and Sam pictured the few seconds he had seen her when the towel had fallen... He quickly thought of something else, then said, "The car is ready now, we can leave whenever you're done eating."