Sam groans, letting his head fall back. "No wonder my body feels like it's been welded to the chair." All the myth enhancements mean little when you just don't move.

He pushes himself with another groan, reaching up to stretch. "Trying to figure out the rules for how supernatural predators work in this world," he calls back. Not concerned about talking about it because everybody on the Rig knew he was a Hunter. And he gives Stacia piggy back rides, so he can't actually have a problem with them. "Mostly the ways to deal with them."