Sam blinks and without really thinking about it, catches the pinecone being shot at him. It hits harder than he thought though so Sam drops his hand with a hiss and a curse, but still clutching the object. He caught it dammit, so he's not letting it go.

Why he caught it -- he's really not sure.

He stands up straight, tossing the pinecone to his left. "Yeah--I think we all wound up there yesterday. Name's Sam Wilson." He shakes out his hand, "What's with the slingshot?" Even as he asks, he thinks he knows the answer.