Yeah, that was a problem. The people who didn't know what was really out there always did worry Sam. He didn't know every person in this city individually, but as a general whole? Of course he was concerned. There were some days where he wished that the world knew what was really on the surface. Vampires, demons, monsters. All of it. It'd make their jobs so much easier. Of course, when they did finally come to believe that vampires existed, they were more eager to be best friends with them than wary. Sometimes Sam didn't understand people. He knew he'd never become a Harmony fanboy. Fuck, no one could pay him enough to watch the show, let alone admire the blonde bitch that starred in it.
"We can do that," Sam agreed, nodding, "maybe he's already out there doing his thing. He could've...forgotten to sign in. Or something?" That was lame. But what else more could Sam say that wouldn't upset Jack more than he already was? This was better.
"Where were they? The blasters?" He asked him, squinting off at the targets ahead. They had little holes in them from where people had shot at them before. Damn, Sam really, really wished they had a place like this in their training area at home. It was cool.
As they departed from the shooting area, Sam discarded the weird goggles. He didn't need those anymore and he certainly wasn't going to wear them all over the place. The forensics area was fun to look at. He watched the people in the lab gear whisk back and forth, eagerly working on some project or another. Sam half wanted to jump in, but he didn't know what he'd be doing in the first place so that was a stupid idea. It was all pretty fascinating, however, and it made that smart need-to-know part of him excited about the details. The who, the how, the when, the where, the why. All of it.
"In here?" Sam looked over at Jack with a grin. "No way they'd let you in here to play a game."