Sam reached for a drink and opened it, taking a sip. He wasn't afraid of most rational things-- danger was fairly normal for him, and having already died he was pretty desensitized to the idea of his own death. Losing people was probably his biggest true fear. Clowns were mainly just a ridiculous phobia.
He figured her fears were probably about on the same level as his; maybe she had a phobia or two, but mainly she probably feared something as big as death, either for herself or someone else. Most everyone feared death in some variety. That was a normal human thing. Yet, she seemed to thrive on danger, and Sully just didn't strike him as being exciting or adventurous enough for her. She'd end up dragging him around, and that didn't seem like it'd work out very well. On the other hand, a bit of morality seemed to work when it only added to the adventure. "I don't blame you for wanting to fly solo a bit after that," he said. "Having a team sure can get you into trouble, can't it?"
He leaned back. "I'm nearly caught up on my show," he said. "But I didn't watch the stuff I'd already lived through. Not yet, anyway. I'm not sure if I will or not. Are you interested in seeing what happens in the third game?"