She remained as she was though, back straight and chin high. Sometimes she felt like her age was a burden - far too old and life would be easier if she could be a child again. But right now, she felt ridiculously young next to this man who must have been twice her age. Height and standing her ground had to make her feel like she was in control here - like she was on an equal footing. "I'm not worried about the papers," she said, simply. Mainly because it was her roommate kicking people's asses.
Her shoulders relaxed slightly though at the compliment - Sam was a sucker for that. "You didn't seem very dangerous." Not that she'd really know what dangerous was unless a gun was in her face. Until then it was borderline exciting. At the intro she stuck out a hand, forgetting for a moment his hands were full. Her mood changing this quickly wasn't that unusual; she was a teenager after all. "Samantha. Fifth floor for two weeks."