[ Sam shakes his head, moving to follow Gustave. He glances back to the creature to make sure their retreat is covered well enough. ]

Nah. I mean, barrelled into me like an asshole, sure. I arrived like this.

[ Man it has been... a long fucking day. Sam just wants to lie down and sleep for like two weeks.

And then wake up back home.

Not that the work would lessen, but. Well. At least he'd not have to deal with whatever this place is trying to do. ]

I think I have a habit of putting myself in front of things that hit like brick walls.