If Sam is bothered by Ren's stare he does a good job of not showing it. Sam can't really blame him for being suspicious or, at the very least, skeptical of the situation. He feels that he would do the same if the tables were turned. Of course, he'd probably be a little less bristled about it, but that was what he remembered about Ren anyway.

"You're probably right there," Sam admits honestly, "you were with the first group of us -- we got here back about five months ago. We were all pretty lost then and you mostly stuck to yourself at the Mill before vanishing about four months ago."

"I won't say that I knew you well, but I figured out some stuff about you. You helped me with some recon and exploring this place. You were quick to grab a weapon on the first day -- a leg from a bar stool -- and you were pretty adamant that we had been abducted by some Resistance of some kind. You struck me as pretty wound up and maybe a little paranoid, but it wasn't like we had any proof otherwise. You were also pretty confident you could take on whatever was out there all by yourself -- so you're cocky, but a fighter none-the-less. I'm pretty sure you only let me help you because I was a handy bit of manpower to have around when we still had no clue about this place."

He also remembered Ren not liking his observations too much, but to be fair he'd asked for it this time. Sam had to wonder if he'd get a similar reaction now.