Sam smiled at the confirmation. He didn't think she'd be overly upset by the observation, more observation than anything. A small tease. His fingers squeezed Betsy's as he settled into step beside her. Now and then he'd get a little ahead, just because more than anything.
"Let's go see what crazy shit we've gotta deal with this time?" He laughed softly. "Least we got clothes this time, right?" He wasn't exactly a glass half full kind of guy, but sometimes it did make life a little easier to see the silver lining.
"We stick together through this, and we might mke it out alive." He gave her a wink. He did care if she lived or died. Perhaps even more so now than upon first meeting. Sam didn't wish ill on anyone, but there were few he cared about enough to wish for only good things.