Sam's own choice of meal was rather less healthy - dead cow on a bun, with a salad added as much to alleviate the disapproving looks he'd been getting from the nurse as for any other reason. No coffee, though he'd held out little hope of finding a cup anyway. Why caffeinate someone who might just need to be sedated?

There was no deliberate direction to his path as he headed to find a seat. Just the casual sweep of eyes holding too much intelligence to quite be called guileless. When his gaze settled on the woman he'd met as Emma Thornbridge the day before, he checked his stride, moving to take a seat across the table from her. A familiar face, even one familiar from only one meeting, was a welcome sight. A familiar face belonging to someone who seemed both intelligent and sane - or, at any rate, saner than some - was even more so.

"Good morning," he said by way of greeting. "Have an interesting trip yesterday?"