Sam stopped suddenly, and for the first time since he had met her the happy go lucky side fell away. Sam caught her hand in his to stop her, and he wouldn't drop it til she pulled it back, "yer wrong ma'am. it does matter. workin yerself half to death, barely eatin. plain to see the old man at the tavern cares about you. it may not matter much to you, but it matters plenty to others." his eyes were locked directly to hers, it was like he was looking at her, but looking past her at the same time. he was seeing his family in her eyes as he spoke, both talking to her and about them at the same time. "lots of folks don't get to go on anymore. lots of others got nobody around to give a damn anymore...but you do. so go for it, chase what you want to hell an back, but not at the cost of yer own self." at this point if she hadn't pulled back he would finally drop her hand. they were at his hotel at this point, which was good since the sun was pretty well set at this point. "can i help you get home at least?"