Having a gun of any sort ever caught Sam's full and undivided attention. He stopped, taking a take back as his hands went up defensively. "Whoa, hey. Put that down."
Just judging by her reaction, he wasn't anywhere good. Sam made a mental note to find himself a weapon of some sort - preferably a gun. "I just...got here," for better words for it, "and my name's Sam. So just stay calm and we can fill in the blanks together." Because getting a bullet, or anything else for the matter; hadn't been something Sam was too keen on happening.