He doesn't expand on his answer and she doesn't press for it. If he wanted to say more, he'd do so in his own good time and she'd listen then. But really, Sam... Being a hunter of the supernatural wasn't any weirder than Zhaneel being a gryphon on a good day. Hell, in this creepy as fuck hotel, he'd likely find himself welcomed wholly by most (if not all) of the current residents.

"Only if it lasts much longer," she replies with honesty. No, they weren't having a good time, but enough had thought to save food aside and most were okay about sharing. It would only be bad when people ran out completely.

Another shake if the head and she brushes her hair from her eyes. "There's been no sign from anyone that might be in charge besides when food was arriving... and the Easter candy..." That felt surreal to say, even for her, and she frowns. "Though they delivered explosives as well... I'm thankful no one was hurt worse than they were." Seriously... Who disguised bombs as Easter eggs? Not cool.

She trails off, looking at him and watching as he seems to struggle to focus. She pushes to her feet, brows knit in concern and presses the back of her hand lightly to his forehead. She hisses softly in response, finding him warmer than he should be. "Stay here, I'll be right back."

She doesn't wait for a response before heading to the screening room. She comes back a minute later with a glass of water in either hand. "Drink this," she urges gently, offering him one of the glasses.