"Um." Eloquent as usual, but given that the first thing that came to his mind was that yes, he was in a hurry because he had the soul of a murderer in his backpack and a sorely neglected video game system waiting at home, 'um' was the supremely better answer.
Sam hoisted the bag up onto his shoulder after finally standing up again. The kettle was whistling but he was determined to ignore it. "Uh, yeah, kind of. I'm running late for work."