'...what the fuck.' is a whole lot different then the recent screams and retreating footsteps he's been hearing for the past ten or so minutes. It's a lot calmer and the voice sounds familiar even if he couldn't hear it all that well. He heads towards the voice.

Holding his globe of light higher and rounding a corner, Sam blinks when he sees his friend. "... Korrin?" he says, approaching cautiously as he eyes the walls. It's clear that he was out for Satinalia festivities based on the mask on his head, but at the moment it was raised to sit on the top of his head so he could better concentrate. "I take it you weren't expecting an actual 'haunting' huh?"