Sam falters a bit longer than Fate, a hand coming up to press against his mouth and nose at the sight and smells coming from this particular area. He's quiet, save for the small muttering behind his hand to no one in particular, as his brows furrow in disgust and anger.

The silence stretches on for a time as they continue to look around, until Sam hears Fate saying something. Sam raises a brow in turn, moving closer to the other mage to see what he has. "You found something?"