"Not exactly," Sam replied, his face a mixture of mirth and chagrin--if such a thing were possible. Technically, he wasn't even part of the local law enforcement in his own...dimension. But it wasn't exactly easy to explain what he was.
"I'm sorry," he said suddenly, changing track mid-thought, as if remembering something. "I'm...I didn't mean to be rude, earlier, I was just laughing at myself and my stupid, obsessive workaholic tendencies." It was true enough. "My name is Sam," he said, sticking out a hand, as if to make amends. "I'm sort of a...bounty hunter? I guess. Except with less glamor, and less of a paycheck."