Sam actually had no idea what Jaina was talking about. At all. Pretty car, Jag, and then the same guy, he was assuming, being good. From what little Sam was able to pick up, however, he was slowly beginning to realize that this had a lot to do with a severe case of heartache. Sam wasn't the most romantically involved person in the world, but he knew a case when he saw one.
"It's my brothers car," Sam commented, "get in." When she did, he leaned over to pull the seatbelt across her lap. Then he locked the door, sealing her in. The last thing they needed was a crazy attempt on her part at getting out. Shaking his head, he looked up just as Martha exited the building ahead.
By the time she reached the Impala, Sam was sitting at the drivers seat with the door open. He had rolled the back windows down to give Jaina a bit of fresh air and was fiddling with his own seatbelt.
"I would hope that I serve as an exception to that rule," he commented in a half amused, half concerned tone. She looked all right. Hopefully that was the case. "She's rambling." Sam looked back at Jaina. "Wanna talk about Jag?"