Sam's dry laugh echoed through the small room. He coughed, answering, "That's okay. Think I'm beyond help anyway."

His head shook when asked what the thing was, and if he could walk - with some added involuntary shaking in the rest of his charred body for good measure. "I don't know," he answered on both counts. "But whatever it is, you'd better get out of here. It strikes real quick. You won't even see it coming. Safest way is just to go back the way you came," he continued to insist. Strange hair aside, the woman seemed nice enough. Smart too, probably. He really didn't want to have to do anything to her.