Well, they were absolutely doomed, but Sam supposed he may as well try to bolster their chances while he could. The fake house plan was quite clever; at the very least it might take the attention of the beasts away for a while as everyone came to their senses and gave up on this mission. Arriving in a sombre dark suit with a grim expression, it would be clear Sam was in a poor mood lately, far more grumpy and less frightened than his usual upsets.
He looked over the supplies; how many times now had he helped people build, change, create...how many times had it actually mattered? Trying to swallow down the cloud of nihilistic gloom that was floating around him for the evening, he gave Mabel a weak smile. He knew she had recently come back from the dead, but they had never been too close before that, so a heartfelt welcome felt insincere.
"I'm here to help however I can." Sam said simply, looking about to see if anyone else would join in.
