The problem was, Sam wasn't so great at knowledge for knowledge's sake. Which was probably why she'd been shit in her social studies classes. Sam liked to apply the things she knew. She derived an immense satisfaction in taking an idea and bringing it to life with her hands.

The idea that this was a wall she couldn't get around...it bothered her. It fucking bothered her a lot. And while she was 'man enough' to admit it to herself, she wasn't going to get into her personal damage with a stranger who was teetering on the edge of interesting and frustrating.

Fuck, she was screwed up.

"I'll keep that in mind," she said, flashing him an absent finger gun. "It's been...interesting, Sirius."