A small gesture, a minor flutter of her hands or a slight drift of her gaze, Sam couldn't have said what specifically, but something called his attention to the bottle she wasn't holding. He gave her a quietly apologetic half-smile and offered it back to her.

"She likes people she thinks she can trust," Sam offered, not so much a correction as an adjustment. "Being indestructible never stopped her from getting hurt. Just like being a 'monster' doesn't make you less human. I get that." And plenty in his tone said he wasn't calling her the monster in this conversation.