Sam carries a knife in his right hand, stained with a dark liquid you can't quite make out. He wears a smile on his face, no different then his usual enthusiastic expression, though you sense something... off... about the rabbit-like boy in front of you.

"Hey there! You didn't see... anything suspicious up ahead, did'ja?"

He flashes a grin at you, yet you can't help but feel that you shouldn't make him think you're a threat.