Sam hadn't really worked alongside Shay before, so he couldn't fully say what she was capable of. He had learned, at least, that she was a good hand to have at his side in combat. Sam nodded, taking in that predatory smile of hers a little more warily than he probably should have. He remembered that kind of smile. It was the one he used to wear when he was all doped up on demon blood and obsessed with finding demon after demon to test his powers on. His smile had been a lot more crazy back then. What Shay had...Sam couldn't describe. It was different. Maybe a little more natural. Or as natural as a smile like that could be when the person bearing it had some kind of living tattoo on their face.
Sam turned and took off again, this time sweeping down the side of the road and up toward the end of the street. He hopped over a discarded shopping cart and fell to a halt beside a nearby vehicle. It didn't look wrecked. Sam dropped his bag and reached for the handle. Unlocked. "Let's see if I can get this to run," Sam said, sliding into the vehicle without another word. "Keep an eye out, will you?"
He started working, then glanced back over at Shay curiously. "So, uh, what's with the tattoo?" Maybe that was offensive. Sam winced a little. "I mean, it - well, I haven't seen anything like it before." Sam had tried his best not to stare at her the whole way over because of it. It hadn't been easy.