Sam grinned sheepishly, head ducking in embarrassment. "It's a one time thing," he assured her. "Now that it's out of the way, you won't have to put up with one from me again. Honest." Mostly because Sam didn't like giving the speech. Yet it had been a necessary one, so there it was. With that out of the way, it seemed like things immediately began to lighten up between them. Sam was glad. The last thing he wanted in the world was to be tense and uncomfortable around someone like Hermione. Hands clasped together in front of himself, Sam peered off across the backyard, mind jumping back to the fight that they'd taken on against the ghouls earlier. Adam had a lot in store for him. Unfortunately, the poor kid didn't have much good waiting. He'd have to deal with stuff like ghouls and all kinds of other monsters for as long as he acknowledged the fact that he was related to the Winchesters. Sighing, Sam ran a hand over his face and glanced over at Hermione carefully.
"Good. And, look, I know the complex runs it's training programs and things like that, but I'll try and show you what I can, too. I won't be dragging you off on any hunts or anything -" At least not yet. Because, damn, how cool would it be to go on a hunt with Hermione Granger? "- but I'll help you out with whatever you need. You just say the word. I want you to be as prepared for the worst as possible." He probably sounded like a paranoid mess. Yet Hermione had just witness first-hand that bad things tended to find their family. The corpses that looked exactly like Adam and his mother that they had salted and burned upon her arrival were evidence enough.