Boy was Sam used to dealing with people who rushed head first and said fuck the consequences. And usually he was the dumbass following right along behind them. What that said about him, he didn't want to know really. Sam snorts, "Yeah no kidding. You could really hurt yourself." He holds his wrist up -- Credence hadn't even technically been responsible for that injury. Sam had gone to dodge and then wound up falling wrong on it. And that was in the village where things were relatively clear. The woods were a whole other ballgame, seeing as how they could change and shift without warning.

Still, he was in and it wasn't like a wrist injury prevented his eyes or legs from working so a search shouldn't be a problem. He realizes though that Kira doesn't want them walking out to be obvious -- so Sam pays attention to the conversations a bit more and when Graves is distracted by other outbursts -- no loner conversing with himself or Sonny -- he slips out. He'd been working on that back when he'd been searching for Bucky. Although it was a lot easier to blend into a crowd when you weren't one of the few black men in them. Still, he managed to make it out without anyone stopping him so he'd have to take it.

Once outside, he checked their surroundings, "That way. Beeline for the way out of town after smashing the school really." Sam is pointing down what might be considered the main road, past the inn and obviously out into the unknown.