[ sam can't help but linger on that feeling - that something is off, that there's more to all of this. objectively, he's sure that has more to do with his own feelings of inadequacy and how he's generally felt like there isn't much he can do (why else does he keep so busy, after all?) with regards to the larger war, to these people he's become so attached to, the new faces downstairs. finding something buried out in the desert, bones that even geralt can't place...

there's a brief pause, there, where sam thinks back on what he knows. of what these things could mean. the tension is out of him, but the stillness that has taken over isn't exactly calmer. ]

D'you think they were doing experiments on people?

[ but it's fine, tony will know something. sam recognizes that the conversation is pretty much over the second that geralt takes a moment to...he's not exactly sure. probably listen in on the exact conversation happening all the way downstairs with all his witcher abilities? and then glances back, making it very obvious that waiting is not on his list of things to do. sam, understanding as much, huffs out a kind of laugh and stands back up again. ]

Yeah, I figured. But I've got to get back down there before a riot breaks out. But keep me updated on what you find?

[ because now sam's not going to be able to stop thinking about it. ]