She raised a good point. Sam frowned into his sandwich, taking his time to think on the subject before speaking. "Well, Uncle Bobby said that the reception here was probably really bad. Maybe that's why they haven't been calling anyone here?" He dropped his sandwich onto his plate and pulled out the cellphone from his pocket. It was weird, but he knew that it was a phone. Even if it didn't much look like the kind he had seen before. "See this?" He waved it at her, setting it onto the table between them. "I think it belonged to the guy I switched places with. It's a phone. See the numbers? I mean..." He pushed it open, as the device had this slidey...mechanism on it. Or something. "It's definitely a weird phone, but it had to be his. You'd think he'd have called it or something, right?"
Sam nodded at her comment about Uncle Bobby. Without a doubt, he'd be willing to help. It was what he did. Hunters helped people, even if this way different from anything he'd ever seen before. Sam just knew that if he was involved and there were innocent people being thrown around and confused, Uncle Bobby would be more than happy to make sure this mess got fixed. "He'll take care of it," Sam assured her, "both of us. Everyone. He's a good guy, I promise."