Sam took his time.  He needed to collect his thoughts, and prepare himself.<br/><br/>Something had to happen, and he needed to know some things.<br/><br/>Sam managed to find a few alcohol swabs, which he used to take the bulk of the sweat off his body, making him marginally cleaner.  That, along with a clean uniform, and Sam felt halfway descent when he trudged his way back to the briefing room, where he saw Isabel.  Sam didn't speak, but simply took his seat, and waited for the boss.<br/><br/>Now wasn't  the time for him to say a word.  He had to wait.