It wasn't much of a surprise that Sam hadn't given much thought to food. She still just wasn't in the habit of eating it all that much. Which probably accounted for her bonier-than-usual appearance, along with the sharp lines of her cheekbones. Biologically speaking, she knew it was a habit she would have to improve. But the clusterfuck that was her mind was another matter.

Against her better judgment, she followed after him. Anything to banish the memories of the Rain. And she was gratified when they eased up a little.

Oh, they were still there, lingering in the back of her mind. But at least they weren't amped up to eleven any more.

"Yeah," she said, struggling to make any decent conversation. "I guess that makes sense."