"Hmm," he agrees tiredly. Backs and necks, but at this point he can't bring himself to add to that sentence. Much like Kirk his mug is pushed further on the table before he uses the edge of it to push himself up onto his feet. "Best we get going then. At least we don't have very far to go."

As soon as Kirk is up on his feet as well, Sam slides around the table and maneuvers around the other ones towards the front door. It's not as chilly as it had been during the winter, but it's still cold - and now wet - outside as he tiredly makes his way to the armory. He's quick to get to the door and open it, motioning for Kirk to get in before he closes it back up.

"Think you can do some stairs?" he asks both tiredly and teasingly, already heading up the first flight of them next to the door. At the landing he doesn't stop, rounding the railing and heading for the second flight of stairs. There were it ends, looking over the armory, is a decently sized landing leading to a window and a space off the side with a bed and a dresser.