"I am, absolutely. Well, not a paramedic. But 'really something,' sure." There was an astonishing tactlessness in the comment that went deeper than its surface; it sounded like nothing so much as a simple, unironic admission of fact. "I thought I was leaving here in a few, but I think I'll stick around just in case you think you might benefit from my expertise."
A nearby weight bench was currently unoccupied. Samuel sauntered over toward it, taking a seat. It was quite comfortable, provided an excellent view of his new quarry's workout, and by some stroke of luck happened to be beneath another air conditioning vent. This he took as a clear sign that his continued harassment of the gym's new blood was truly meant to be. "Don't mind me," he said, gesturing in her general direction. "I'll just chime in if I feel the need."