She was set to bristle and hiss like a cat. Sam didn't take kindly to critique. But she stopped herself abruptly, her fingers finding their way to a stray curl on her shoulder. It was a point she hadn't really considered. Her family was safe from her influence, while she was here. She didn't have to wear a disguise.

But she did.

Sam had to. She had to. Because the thought of being herself made her sick to her stomach. Robbed of every other kind of armor she had, the idea of exposing who she really was felt...well. It felt wrong.

And so, Sam did the unthinkable. And she backed down from a fight.

"I guess," was all she said, offering another shrug, letting go of the curl.