If Sam knew more about his neighbor across the hall he might have left the door unlocked, security in these uptown dwellings is obviously in place, but since he has no idea who's over there he's not taking any chances. To say that he's unsurprised to hear Claire's voice ringing out through the apartment even over the running water would be an understatement, and he's at least glad that she gave him that much of a warning before barging in on him. It's bad enough that by all outward appearances they're sneaking around like forbidden lovers, he's not gonna have a conversation with her while he's in any state of undress.

He's pulled on a grey t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants by the time he emerges from the bathroom, still toweling off his wet hair.

"It's a good thing you didn't bust into the wrong apartment." That would be one way to meet new people. He pauses, looking past her to the darkened windows. Well, they're already here, to hell with what that neighbor or the ever-present apartment staffers must think. He's finally able to relax, letting out a breath as if he's been holding it all day, and the look he levels at her is all exasperated concern.

"Did they make someone walk you home too?"

His own walk hadn't been bad, really, but it did give him a lot of time to think about the rules that had been set out for him when he first arrived. It wasn't just contracts that they were pushing around here.