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Sam Winchester (demonboyking) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Sam's face softened as she seemed to struggle with whether or not to answer him. It was possible that this was a trap and she was just waiting long enough for him to get his guard down so she could attack, but his gut told him that she needed his help.

He moved closer, though he was careful to keep his distance. "That makes two of us, Merope," he said, giving her a small smile. "I'm Sam."

He continued to study her, noting the way eye contact seemed difficult for her to maintain. He got the feeling he made her uncomfortable and so he didn't come any closer, though he did turn his attention to the outside of the clocktower. It was crumbling, though it was hard to tell how old it was. He was reminded of WW II footage after a bombing, except there was greenery sprouting through the cracks that looked like the cause had been more naturalistic.

He frowned, looking back towards Merope. "Do you remember how you got here?" He asked.