Sam crossed the room to help Fred once she dug out the coffee pack, and answered as he went, as cool and simple as most people listed the groceries they were looking for. "Yes. I'm fluent in Latin, Medieval French, and Old English. I know enough Spanish, French and Italian to get by. I'm decent in Ancient Egyptian, Ancient Sumerian, and Ancient Hebrew. I could probably fake my way through Russian and a few more. The Asian languages aren't my specialty." He found the coffee filters and deftly pried one out before handing it to Fred. "I can fight unarmed. Something like that, I guess I'd have to show you. I can handle most firearms from handguns up. Never saw much need for the medieval stuff, we modify. Spell casting... I've done almost everything, and if I haven't, I've heard of it or know how to find out."

"Oh, and I have a pre-law degree so I'm a little bit of help in that field. It's kind of rusty though." All of this seemed, no doubt, rather egotistical. It sounded that way all listed out like that. Aware, Sam paused with the coffee pot in his hand and looked up at them both. "This is kind of what me and my brother were raised to do."