Sam followed, catching a few scents along the way. One held wolf, then the others were...different. Familiar yet not. He just nodded and settled into a slouch of sorts as they rode the elevator down.
He didn't step too far away, quickly noticing that Mikey hadn't moved far from the elevator. He also took a discreet sniff as 'Evan' walked by. Woods and wild, or barely domesticated. Annoyingly familiar. He didn't focus long on that one, but instead he turned his attention to 'Simon.'
"I think it's best I don't. Usually what smells good when it comes to people isn't the safest to be around." Sam had a few years on Mikey, from what he could tell anyway. Then food came up.
"Good to know. Thanks, Mikey." Sam actually patted the cat on the shoulder, as if he'd done a good job. In a way he had. "I would suggest you avoid it for a bit. Let your stomach get back to normal first."