She takes the beer, cracking it open and already drinking from it. Maybe that will calm her down a little - or not. Honestly, right now Sam feels like she might be a few breaths away from losing it. She hates it. She hates being here.

Maybe Billy had a point.

Maybe she should just start stabbing people.

Sam sighs and shakes her head about the lawn chair.

"What I told you at the party. ...how much do you remember?"