Sam did indeed sit down, removing his hat and placing it to one side on the table as they waited for service he spoke gently, " order what you want, we don't want you passing out again." as for Sam, he seemed to be craving some beef stew and hoped they had it. when the waitress appeared he would wait for her to order, then place his own. he had noticed the people looking at her, and his eyes met her own again, he loved their color, but didn't much like seeing her cry. Sam would reach into his shirt pocket for a clean cloth, he was told most people round here carried them, and offered it to her. "Once we're done eatin well see about that room for you." his hands were farmers hands, rough to the touch and callused, particularly his thumb from cocking the hammer on his gun. "then tomorrow we can see about gettin you home."