He managed to surprise her a second time. This time with decency, something that tended to be in short supply, in Sam's experience. She looked up in complete bewilderment. he was actually coming over to help her? He was apologizing to her?

What the actual...?

Sam shook her head.

The clown rodeo would never stop throwing curve balls at her.

"If I could, sometimes I think I'd smash everything in sight," she admitted. Sam had never thought of herself as an angry person. But once upon a time, she'd thought of herself as an active agent. How things changed. "But that was just fucking wasteful. It's not like I can just go around the corner and buy a dozen beakers every time I need more."