Sam kept his eyes on Graves, studying the man. He recalled conversations with Credence and mentions of a Mr. Graves. The fact that he's not out there searching as well probably says a lot about his patience for everyone here. He knew it would be important to stop a manhunt and quell any desire for a riot. Sam can respect that. He doesn't know Graves though and can only trust him so much, especially when his gut tells him that there are things being left unsaid and unshared.

Although the fact that it was a 'she' and was probably someone from Credence's world would narrow it down if Sam really cared to sort through the people he knew here. After all, plenty of people had been reaching out to Credence since he'd arrived in the village, so Graves' last statement about "helping him when no one else did" would be a lie for this place.

He'd take it. At least for now. He turned his attention to Sonny, "We should talk. We can compare notes and between the two of us maybe we can come up with a way to help him when he's located. Help with the search too. I don't know about the specifics of his particular brand of gifts...but I've encountered a few cases of my own that might help."