Six stared at him, Sam wasn't here, they had him? They had to fix this, if it wasn't for them, poor Sam. "Alright," she breathed, trying to keep her head from spinning, "Alright, he has be alright." Sam could adapt, he didn't know too much about things, but that meant they would kill him, perhaps he'd lie, feed them false information, but then...they would kill him. It was looking like Sam was going to be dead in Six mind and she wasn't going to stand for that, she couldn't lose another person she cared about to the Mogs.
Without thinking, she hugged John again, tighter then before, she wasn't going to cry, now was not the time for it, later tonight, she was going to slip off for that. She sniffled though, only a little, then straighten up, "Let get him back then, we owe him that much." In her mind, even if they found his dead body, she was going to make sure he got buried properly.