From what he's been told so far, Sam figures it won't hurt to pull in somebody who seems to be in the same boat as he's in, himself, and help him out. Besides. Bringing home another stray amnesiac for an impromptu picnic in the bedroom is hardly the weirdest thing to happen at Steve's house.

"Yeah, that'd be great. You eat yet? We can grab some sandwiches or something, while we're at it," he responds, glancing around at the businesses lining the street. There are several candidates, as far as smalltown mom-and-poppish kinds of places go.

There's a likely-looking deli across the street, and he inclines his head toward it. "I'm Sam, by the way."