This City was different. Sam knew that there were some witches that weren't meant to be hunted. He didn't see the distinction himself, but he was a little more cautious when it came to witches.
As such, he watched the petite woman for a few minutes, still trying to figure out what the actual hell that cabin was about and who this woman was.
The woman and the cabin might both be something to hunt, but Sam thought he needed more information about both before he figured out how to go about it.
He moved a little closer and stepped into viewing, clearing his throat. He was curious to see how she would react to another presence. She clearly wasn't all that concerned with hiding what she was, since she was in the middle of the park where anyone could wander by.
"Nice day today, isn't it?" he asked with the casual airs of someone making small talk.