Sam Puckett

[Video clicks on, tilted but focused mostly on Sam who's walking down the street near some shops. She glances over her shoulder.]

What are you doing, Mursa?

[from behind the comm] Testing it. I might actually want to record some of these lessons of yours.

[Sam groans loudly, crossing her arms over her chest as she walks.] You're horrible! You know that? Horrible! Just because I agreed to it doesn't mean you have to... record my humiliation!

Says the girl who claims to single-handedly win fights against people twice her size. I really don't think you're going to do... as... badly... Sam?

[Sam has stopped, turned and staring in to a store front window. Her expression is surprisingly neutral for once, and she doesn't respond.]

Sam?

[Mursa shifts the video to the store front for just a second, the sight catching a glimpse of what looks like dance gear, namely tap shoes and ballerina slippers, but it shifts back just as quickly because Sam is already walking away.]

... that was weird...

[click]