The evening was peaceful enough that Sam had thought he might find some peace by wandering out into it now that the sun was down; he had been taking walks down onto the beach and port to try and clear his head after his disastrous meeting with the Voice. Something about the sound of the waves and the glint of the sun on the water soothing to it's soul even in this tumultuous time.
On his way down into the port, he heard vaguely a man yelling about something or another, a lady? It wasn't his business, so he didn't bother sourcing it..until he accidentally met the man's eyes as his gaze wandered. Sam panicked, sure that now he'd be expected to stop and play whatever game was being offered: in his current state of constant anxiety he wasn't sure he wanted to.
"S-sorry--" He began, holding up his hands and trying to walk away, when a bustling passer by knocked into him as he wasn't looking where he was going. With a little yell, Sam collapsed onto the ground in front of Theo and his shell game.
