She took a deep breath while he moved around to his own side of the car and climbed in. It was supposed to be something to calm her down, but the tone of his voice still rang in her head. She knew something bad had happened. Something had gone wrong. What, exactly, she didn't know. But it was enough to affect him and give him a nasty bruise, and that was really all she had to know in order to want more information.
"Least you can do is tell me what's going on, Sam," she told him. The words weren't accusatory or bitter, just a simple statement. Almost sympathetic, even. "If you won't come back yet, then let me know what you've been doing."