Yep, that had probably been too much to get into just now. BUT, there was no undoing it and all she could do now was keep an eye on Sam.

She smiles stiffly at the thanks and watches as he drinks, smile faltering and slipping away entirely at the trail of blood that discoloration the glass before he finishes it. She passes him the second glass before making a small sound in the back of her throat.

"Drink that first, and then I'll help you. The elevator is far from safe and doesn't work half the time anyway, so it'll be the stairs." She reaches for his suitcase and thumbs the number tag, a breath of relief escaping in a sigh. "You're on the first floor and only a few doors away from my own... I'll make sure you get there safely."