Sam didn't much care for that response. Not that it was her fault. It just meant that as far as Fred knew there was a murderer wandering around. Her murderer. The thought made Sam frown deeply. Eventually her second comment sunk through, and he tipped his chin up thoughtfully as he put his hands back into his pockets. "How can you tell if a vampire has a soul?" he wondered aloud. For that matter, how could you tell if they didn't?