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He watched her, unsure how to respond for a moment. When he replied, his voice was slightly monotone. "I know what I'm doing."
"Why's that?" she asked. "I'm hardly doing anything."
It was plain. The walls and floor looked to be concrete.
She nodded, her brows furrowed.
He tensed slightly, looking up.
She nodded. "Yes."
He nodded. "Alright. Good luck."
She did seem nervous. "I'm sure.. We have to be careful, okay?"
Sam glanced up momentarily before looking back down, saying nothing and frowning.
"Yes," she replied, starting off. "But we have to walk a bit."
"Probably."
"I want to!" she reassured. "Let's just.. Stay close, okay?"
Sam turned to his own business, writing idly.
She squinted. "Let's go."
"Well.. Yeah. We're not. Or I'm not, at least."
She tilted her head. "I'm a little nervous.."
He didn't seem to notice her gaze, instead lost in his own thoughts. He felt guilty. He didn't want to look her in the eyes anyways.
"We can go, if you want."
"Yes, you are."
She nodded, slipping out quietly. "Yeah."
