Sam's inner voices started having their own private conversation, her paranoia and self doubt were telling her this was a really bad idea and that there was something this guy wasn't telling her. Then there was the way this guy was flashing his cash around "pick someplace insanely expensive", Sam was always wary of guys like that something about the way they thought they could just buy people was a real turn off, Sam wouldn't never have joined Occupy Wall Street or anything like that but there something about the 1 percenter types that just didn't sit well with Sam. Everything was telling Sam that she should get away as far away from this guy as humanly possible but there was a tiny part of her that just wanted to know what it was they could possibly want with her. "I don't really know anything about art, so I'm sure I could help you with.. well anything."