Though Sam knew he had gotten a reaction from just his own flare-up alone, he was still frustrated at having missed both his marks. And now they were calling him a robot - a robot? Really? Who were these people? Maybe they really were mental patients, regardless of what Landel had explained.

In any case, the frustration caused another brief flare, and this one did cause him to grunt louder this time as it blasted from his lower left arm and out the end of his sleeve. Again, the flare was easy enough to get under control while it was still small, but it did leave some nasty burns on his arm and hand.

"I'm not brainwashed!" Sam snapped at the unarmed man, his good cheer seeming to snap away like the snuffing of a candle. With a growing snarl, he added: "And I'm not a robot. Just very, very easy to piss off." And unfortunate enough to have a way to manifest that feeling physically.

And with that, he ran at the unarmed man, hoping to get close enough for a guaranteed hit this time. "Just leave the fuckin' room the way you came! That is all you have to do! How hard is that?!" he shouted gutturally, reaching for the man's hand and preparing a spark. If that failed, he was already preparing to channel his next flare-up through his hand, at least wanting to singe the man if he couldn't set him ablaze.