[ sam's at least gotten some relatively normal clothes by now. normal to the standards of Concordia, but they seem enough like home that he's fine with it. a lot of sweatpants, athletic wear, and hoodies. and things without sleeves. that's how he rolls. he seems pretty comfy and settled into the place, when he meets up with the new many, hands stuffed in some pockets, posture at ease, and a short laugh for the comment about five course meal. ]

Yeah? Somehow missed that on ours. Maybe we were just riding coach and didn't know it. [ well, not really sure if he's of the right time period to get that joke, but whatever.

as for how they're doing, that seems like a good question to start with. get an idea for the situation, and sam scratches at the side of his head, as he glances around the commons area, at the others, explaining. ]

Pretty decent. Gathering intel, trying to piece this thing out. [ nothing incredibly ground-breaking as of yet, but they're getting along. ] There's been some H+H1 rallies going on we've been checking out. Kinda split up who's chasing what leads, I think. I've got notes, if it'll help you catch up.

As for anything you should know... [ his lips scrunch to the side, thinking of it. ] Depends on how much that told you on the station. About the Nest, and, you know. [ a tap to the side of his head. the symbiote. ]