Corbie had always had to be able to make snap judgments about men in her work, and most of the time she was pretty good at it. She couldn't have quantified exactly what it was that made a guy okay or not okay, but for the moment she figured Sam was all right. Given she had no idea where the Lady had dumped her or how or why, she had to start somewhere.

Though, y'know. Sam was still a giant and he could fuck her up without even thinking.

"Bourbon," she said as she followed him that way. She didn't even have to think about it. It was Felix's drink, and she needed the moral support.