Past nine in the evening. Samuel found himself on the bed overthinking, a week had passed yet the memories of the incident in the mine is still fresh. Sam frowned for a few moments, standing with a soft sigh. Suddenly the door opens which made him jump a little upon seeing you.

"Oh, yer' late. Lucky the hip hasn't closed yet." He says to you as he looked you over with a subtle smile, Samuel is only trying his best to keep calm at the moment with the memories bugging him most of the time.