He wouldn't argue that point. he could make friends pretty easily. But he was too gullible sometimes. And he'd been burned a few times too many. He was more cautious now, in his old age.
"I'm still working that out," Sam told her. "But there are people with abilities. With other skins. Werewolves and whatever," he said. "I've volunteered to the watch. Sara Lance has organised it. She's the kind who looks meek and mild, but you damn sure don't want to end up on the business end of her gun, if you know what I mean."