Sam sobbed, tightening her grip on Levin's neck as she did so. She turned her head sideways, opening one eye and meeting Ayl's gaze. She winked slyly and turned to face Levin again. "It's okay Levin, really," she said, her voice still sounding rather shaky. "I'll go with you. Just please don't hurt them. Put your knife away..." she pleaded. She pulled away, meeting his eyes with her own, then smirked. She pulled one hand free, sending it toward's Levin's jaw, with an insane amount of force. He flew a good ten or fifteen feet up before crashing back to Earth. "Sorry, pal," she said, turning around, calmly walking towards Ayl with a confident smirk. "Alright, let's get out of here," she called out nonchalantly.