Sam pouted--his acting skills were sadly wasted on Iggy--and swooned against the boy, coincidentally giving him a marker as to Sam's location. "Say it isn't so!" Sam may have bought the Power Ranger stuff when he was little, but now that he had actually learned some basics on how to fight, he knew that Iggy was right. The big overdramatic movements wouldn't serve you well in a streetfight. The idea was striking without making a huge gesture that showed your opponent exactly what you were planning to do. Stage fighting and real fighting didn't have a lot in common.
When they were out in the hallway, he checked to make sure the door had locked behind them. "Tell me if you smell anything good on the way to the beach." Scent was about the only thing he knew to go by, when the cuisine was so different from what he was used to.