Sam resisted the urge to roll his eyes too, but for an entirely different reason. This was ridiculous. First this woman's face fell off, then she started raising hell like a harpy and - how did she expect to get anywhere with that? He would make no apologies for skirting around her blatant psychotically batshit self. Everyone was crazy here. It wasn't a new schtick. Sorry, lady.
"Not usually, no. But extenuating circumstances and all. So let's cut to the chase. He doesn't have anything to do with it - " Sam nodded toward Vlad. "And you apparently were supposed to be gone. And? Thoughts to add?"