'Keeping watch'. The phrase is a little unsettling and it makes him look over his shoulder to stare at the shadows in the hall. The silence suddenly feels rather intimidating when he thinks about this woman forgoing sleep for protection.

There's a concerned frown on his face by the time he turns back around, and slowly Sam sinks into a crouch. He probably looks rather silly at how he settles on the balls of his feet, hands on his knees, and trying to be as small as possible. For him it's comfortable and normal, but then again he's never had to watch himself do this.

"Is there someone bothering you?"