Sam followed her into the back offices. He'd been here a few times when they first arrived and he'd checked the entire place out, but there hadn't been any reason since then. Still, he was familiar enough with the space to feel comfortable in it, and immediately identified exits, bottlenecks and safe spaces without consciously doing so.

Her expression, the hair flip, the lift of her chin reminded him sharply of Bex. She'd asked almost exactly the same thing and his chest tightened painfully. "Yeah, I do. You need a steady blood supply. More than that, you need discretion and probably a friend." He couldn't help Bex anymore, but he could help Caroline.