She thought about a clever retort, something along the lines of 'Because I didn't want to break my hand.' But maybe--just maybe--something closer to the truth was called for, here. Anyway, if Danny was going to train her, he really had to understand the full, fucked up picture that was Samantha.

"I get these real bad nightmares," she said. She was pretty sure he already knew that part, but she continued. "And sometimes, when I wake up, but I'm not completely awake...they feel more real. Like, I know they're just dreams. But in the moment, they feel like something I can touch. Or something that can touch me."

It was basic biology. Flight or fight. Sam had a tendency to alternate between her responses, depending on the content of the nightmare.

Oddly, it was usually flight.

But with Predators...