Sam did worry on the behalf of his partner, but he wasn't about to let it ruin the entire day for either of them. Jack didn't seem to want to dwell on it too much, so Sam would pay him the respect of keeping his mouth shut and just going along with it. He'd always worry about things like that. It was in his nature. Everything that went on in this city, it was a simple thing to overreact to a simple statement like someone being late to work. For all he knew, the dude could have decided that he wanted to skip out for the day. Or maybe he was hungover somewhere from partying too hard and was willing to deal with the consequences that came with skipping out on work. Sam was actually hoping for that instead of the alternative.
"That is neither safe nor sanitary," Sam said with a wince. Reach in for your socks and end up blowing your face off? Yeah, that really would have sucked. "You should probably put them somewhere safer. Like...on a shelf. Or something." Not in laundry. Weaponry and laundry were a terrible combination.
"A ham in a -" Sam scrunched his nose up and scowled. "Ew." Someone had been forced through a wood chipper. That was disgusting. Though Sam had to admit that he had seen worse.