Redhawk Caldera Fevered Interest

Being uncomfortable was not common for Samwell.  He rarely ran into it- cept for times like these. He wasn't built for social interactions; His face creased, his brows taut and side of lip quivering with how to approach next. Should he leave? Abandon the place around him without having the chance to admire it some more?

He eyed the ghost beside him, pleading silently for the man to perhaps convey what he had garbled out. But all he was met with was no more than a frown and a confused face. Defeated, he breathed through his nose heavily.

Taking a moment to wet his sandpaper tongue Samwell tried once more to talk to the woman. Repeating exactly as said before in the same manner.