"Well, yeah, but you didn't say anything about motive to specify. And I wouldn't blame you if you were a bit weirded out, but..." Once Hiro was stable again, Sam set her hands against the countertop, boosting herself back and up onto it so as to sit beside him. She paused to wipe her palms against her pants, leaving pale streaks of flour, and offered another shrug. "I want you to know that I'll be honest about this. Just be honest with me, okay? Was it because you made a big mess or heard about the whole witch thing you seemed sorta skittish when I got in?"