At least he stops - Sam catches up to him just a few moments after that, barely breathing any heavier than before. He gives a smile, trying to hold on to that friendly, approachable air, despite his own...what. Anxiety? Worry? What is he doing here.

"Shokan? I'm guessing that's a...title? Where you're from?" A beat, and then Sam notices a few of the natives of the Free Cities taking a much wider berth. Alright. Good to know.

"And I'm no outpost, don't worry. I'm like you- or at least, think I might be. You came through a well, right?"