[ Sam laughed, though it was cautious. He'd been pretty sure for a second there that he might have upset her, but the sad expression on her face vanished just as quickly. He'd felt much the same way the last time he was here, and if she'd woken up like he had, then feeling a bit out of sorts was probably reasonable. Sam had had experience of this kind of crazyness in his life; he didn't really tend to wish it on anyone else.]

Sam. [ The briefest tilt of his head, as though to say 'how do you do', before he moved on with the reply to her question. ] Well let's see. Other than the drinking, there's the gambling, which tends to lead to shooting each other. The prostitutes, which tends to lead to shooting each other. And don't forget shooting each other, which again, tends to lead to more people shooting each other.

Actually come to think of it, I haven't seen a single person get shot since I woke up.

[ That had to be a small miracle, right? ]