"Thanks. It's just...some stuff I did on the side. For years," Sam replied teasingly, running a hand through his hair. "Research on the human genome in a shithole like this? You have to do something about that, Jay," he shook his head. "Walking sounds good to me. I've been busy trying to unpack and get organized. I haven't really looked around much. Have you talked to...a lot of the other tenants?" Sam asked carefully as he headed for the front door. Like, as in, has anyone mentioned 'werewolves'?