"Oh, good, then our secret is safe---I mean...!" The adept managed to look aghast at 'misspeaking' so for all of four seconds, a wiseass grin easily eclipsing her alarmed expression. "I kid, I kid. I couldn't vaporize someone if I tried, and as I said, I'm not one for that sort of stuff."

At most, she could make someone bleed profusely, from a handspan of pinprick punctures. It was painful, messy, and frightening, but not fatal... even if, she supposed, six or seven blasts could approach 'iffy.'

"Appreciated. I've only got the one, so it should be easy to avoid."

It was that shift in expression more than the accompanying admission which garnered a an uncertain glance, but Sam shrugged it off, only impressed. "I'll say again; good for you. Where're you at? From, for that matter? I can only assume stateside, given your attitude and Canada cracks."