Although Armstrong ordered one of the Winds of Destruction to be your body guard, you found that to be unbelievable, and bullshit. Sam on the other hand doesn't mind the body guard work, yet at the same time- you've never seen him so serious about it too. "Ay.. I don't think we should linger here." Sam sighed as he watched you tinker with some of the loose MG RAY parts, while he patrols around the hangar, resting his arm on his sword handle.