He put a hand onto his left arm, which was still bandaged up from the hit that he'd taken from Pyramid Head. "You will not," Sam told her with a laugh.
"And, no, not really. I prefer to blend in with the crowd. Not make everyone stare at me like I'm some sort of moron." That said, Sam reached over, lifted his beer up as a sort of toast to what he'd said, and downed the liquid inside. He'd already had another waiting for him, so he finished off that one and started to work on the other.