Similar to Bay, Sam is using the light in Oleuni Square to read. He's flipping through some parchments stacked in a messy heap. His hair hangs uncharacteristically limp and there's a four-day beard itching its way out of his face. He's alert and aware, maybe more than aware because he's lifting his head every time a new group of people meanders past. It's almost as if he's looking for someone.

He notices Bay, but doesn't stare, mostly out of habit; Sam's used to turning a blind eye (although some would accuse him of being unfair in his application of such things). She looks young. God, was he ever that young? He must have been but the memory feels so far away now. He feels ancient.

It's probably another three minutes before Sam's finally compelled to ask, "Hey, are you new around here?" Summoned all have a vibe and Sam's pretty observant, but then again, he'd known people he did recognize to hide for months at a time, so why would a stranger be any different? "I'm Sam," he adds because otherwise, he's just some insanely tall crazy-looking dude questioning a total stranger.