Sam Smiled as she marched away, not a malicious smile in any way. Rather it was one a child might get after getting on the nerves of someone they were trying to annoy. He didn't know why he did it, or why it amused him, but it did and that was the main point. He didn't push any further for a few minutes, she was cute, but Sam was too immature at heart to have controlled himself. instead he focused on the bread for now, and soon found himself well over half way through it. He was already starting to feel a little better, his head still hurt, but it was easing off. He no longer felt like he was going to lose the contents of his gut should he move just the wrong way. Sam stood for a moment, long enough to remove his duster and hang it over an empty chair at his table. he wore simple clothing underneath, a blue shirt and black trousers held in place by his gun belt(spared the mud thanks to the duster). in addition to what was surely a loaded colt .44-40 he had an additional 12 cartridges in the loops on his belt. he stretched with a sigh, then sat back down to his meal with a thud, still not able or willing to be polite in his movements. Now and again he would glance at cerise.