She let out a soft laugh, between her teeth. It was a rusty sound. Not exactly full of mirth. The same went for the smile that matched it. Somehow, it didn't manage to reach her eyes.

Once upon a time, Sam had pretended to be jaded, pretended that she'd seen too much to ever be wide-eyed again. Life was a bitch when it came to irony. She'd become that person. And it fucking sucked, really. Not that she had a vote.

Be careful what you wish for, and all that jazz.

"No one has somewhere to be," she said, nodding her head in the direction of the Inn as she fell into step beside him. "Anyone who says otherwise here is just kidding themselves."