Well that was a far more friendly response than Sam had expected. He'd assumed that she'd be pretty content to never see him again after the way he'd behaved. But she seemed almost cheerful. He gave her a small, but genuine, smile. "Me too. And you're welcome. Sorry again for... everything." He stood and made his way over to where the gun still lay on the floor. He bent to pick it up, flipped the safety back on and tucked it into the back of his jeans.
"Take care of yourself." He headed toward the door, then stopped and turned back to face her again. "Hey, if you're ever worried that someone is really after you here. Let me know, okay? I'll do whatever I can to help." She didn't need any more scars, and if Sam could help keep it that way, he would.