Sam didn't like that. He drew back shortly after her fingers found his skin, defensive flares firing up. The way that she had behaved in that moment was bordering a little dangerously on advice similar to what Faith would have suggested. And that look. A little more emotion put into it and it would have been exactly her. Sam winced and took another step back. He'd refuse eye contact. He focused on the front of his truck, staring past her shoulder.
"Leave it alone," he muttered. It, of course, being the entire subject of how he was personally doing. That did not need to be discussed. They were here on business.
"I told you," Sam said irritably, "you come with me. Cooperate. Stay away from the killing and the hurting people. That's all you've gotta do until we find you a way back home to your life and Angelus and...whatever."