[color=0076a3][center][b]Sam[/b][/center]
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[color=82ca9d]“What?”
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A shrug rolled her shoulders upward as Sam continued to watch him with a rather serious quality to her dark eyes.  She was still contemplating how to answer when he asked her name. A soft laugh spilled from her mouth, holding a bright, merry edge that was reminiscent of the adventurer she used to be. 

[color=0076a3]“Samantha, but most people call me Sam. Laziness on their part, I think,”[/color] she said as she moved past James and towards the house's rear door. Instead of immediately opening the door, she turned to him and let a frown mar her brow as she considered the path her thoughts had taken, hand resting lightly on the sliding door's handle. Her foot tapped the ground several times while she picked what she wanted to say.

[color=0076a3]“You've been very... tame since we met. I'm simply wondering what you'd be like if you were in your element, James. We have plenty of tame werewolves around here – or well, around Odessa. Those who live in the pack house are a little more interesting. A little fire is nice sometimes – something a person can warm themselves against, no?”[/color] Her frown briefly deepened, casting her eyes into shadow as she wondered if she had spoken far too freely.

Forefinger and thumb pinched the bridge of her nose, a gesture that often followed anxiety in the woman. She peered past James to observe their surroundings before returning her attention to his face. Her body showed hesitation, unwilling as she was to simply walk inside and lose the present pace of the moment. Once inside, she would be Geri, and that would mean she'd let her self go to assume the position. It had been her choice given past experiences, but Sam still relished the brief moments of quiet.