"Maybe it's the weather." She had to be freezing, because Sam was at least mostly covered and still wishing he had a coat. "Is that all they were holding for you, at the sheriff's office?"

He gestured toward the counter and grinned, her own smile seeming to be infectious. "Yeah, really. Whatever you want. I think we've all had a pretty rough day and need something that's not hospital food," he said with a laugh, before adding, "I'm Sam."