"Oh, its nothing. I'm glad you came over when you did, or I might have been worse off. . . . Drink?" He floats a tray over to her and Sam grabs one drinking it gladly. She notices he moves closer to her but this time. She didn't mind so much.<br/><br/>, "...Do you really want to know what I meant earlier?" He asks scanning her face.<br/><br/>She nods with a concerned expression,"yes i want to know what you meant." What was this going to be about? She just sits up and listens in closely.