Sam wasn't sure where he was going, after his encounter in the tavern he had started to drink again. Two shots of rot gut in though he suddenly stopped. He wasn't sure why but the urge took a back seat to a more important though. This was no way to live, no way to spend what his adopted family had given him at the last. Cerise came to mind, and what the old man had told him about her working herself to the bone and not taking much in return. "Sunofabitch..." He sighed, paid for his drinks and got up to leave. the next day he was looking for work, having a tidy sum of money was nice, but it would not last forever. he made a few contacts, tried to get a feel for what was about the area. then for maybe the first time in a while went back to his hotel. for a few days after that he simply got himself in order. He bought supplies for himself, and actually got a shave for the first time in months, some new clothes and even a bath. He did not however replace his duster, that had sentimental value to him, instead having it cleaned along with the rest of his clothing. He cleaned up rather nice, clean shaven and actually presentable instead of smelling like old alcohol and sweat. Sam ensured all his belongings were in place. His rifle most of all, then locked up the room and left again, pitching the inn keeper some extra to watch his things.

At length he was tired of interacting and job searching, he needed some peace for a moment. Sam found himself walking down a beach. absent minded and just listening to the waves. He had not seen a beach until he fled the US, so it was kind of nice to just take one in for a change. he didn't pay much attention to the dancing figure until he got closer and saw that it was cerise. Now the right thing to do would have been to let her be...So he moved closer to her, not so much sneaking, but for sure making sure he wasn't too loud. 25 feet away he could see her outer clothing had ben removed. Now the proper thing would be to not stare an quietly leave...So Sam stood there and watched her dance, even worked his way in closer. 15 feet away, now the right thing to do would try to gently announce his presence while looking away from her current state of undress...Sam kept watching her performance, noting the look on her, eyes closed with that light smile. He couldn't help but smile as well.

Sam waited until there was either a lull in her performance or she stopped, and only then would he announce himself. Well, not really announce himself so much as begin clapping loudly for several seconds before speaking over the sound "Now that doesn't look like a lost woman! that's a woman who is where she wants to be doin what she loves to do!" and he continued to clap.