His professors at Stanford had drilled racial, ethnic and gender sensitivity into his skull for four years, but time on the road with Dean had eroded his grasp on the issues. He still cared, but he no longer imagined he had any understanding of what it might be like to be Snow on any level. There was probably some ethnically appropriate thing to say, but all Sam had was the fact he cared what happened to her.

"Yeah? That must've been...big."