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That Sam hadn't seen this coming wasn't something that surprised him, in retrospect. He'd been told for most of his life that he had an unhealthy tendency to run headlong into things, to act without considering the consequences, and that sooner or later, he would find himself paying for it. More often than not, he managed to get out of such situations with only a few scrapes, metaphorical or otherwise. Now, he was finally beginning to consider the possibility that this time, he might not be so lucky. When he had first heard about Rapture, he had jumped at the chance to get to explore it, the first time in weeks that he hadn't felt like he was going to suffocate from how stifling this was. Being there was intriguing, like the moment he'd shown up on the Grid but less familiar. Faced with the inability to leave, though, he was considerably less fascinated.
At least he wasn't alone. At least, for that matter, he was well aware of how capable Buffy was, even if his knowledge of the TV series was rusty at best. What was more, she was good company; hell, if he had to be stuck in a place like this, where they clearly weren't entirely safe, then he could think of few other people he'd have rather been with. It worked. He wasn't giving up yet, anyway; it wasn't in his nature to. Turning towards her, he lifted a shoulder, as casual as could be managed in the situation. "So where to now?"
At least he wasn't alone. At least, for that matter, he was well aware of how capable Buffy was, even if his knowledge of the TV series was rusty at best. What was more, she was good company; hell, if he had to be stuck in a place like this, where they clearly weren't entirely safe, then he could think of few other people he'd have rather been with. It worked. He wasn't giving up yet, anyway; it wasn't in his nature to. Turning towards her, he lifted a shoulder, as casual as could be managed in the situation. "So where to now?"