Meg actually had no intentions of attacking Sam at all. She was mostly just bored and lonely and making conversation with him made more sense than anything else she'd done lately.
She snorted slightly at his comment. "Well, good he got his soul, at least. Although, apparently that's what made him so much. . ."
She didn't have the right word. Fierce was what came to mind. But -- "He just didn't seem like Sam."
Meg raised an eyebrow at him now. "And are you adapting any better?"
She wasn't having that hard of a time, really, but then again, it wasn't like she'd been in the middle of anything. "Wasn't Heaven in some kind of crisis back home?"