The question has Sam chuckling softly, rubbing the back of his neck. He probably would be considered doing 'more then well' despite their circumstances, but nothing he was about to get into heavily right now. "I'm doing well enough."

The glance doesn't go unnoticed, taking a moment to glance down at himself, wondering what Car might have been possibly looking for on him. Besides the barely-there scar on along one side of his temple, and the pale scarring line half hidden under a sleeve, there wasn't much to indicate how much harm had actually befallen him over the years.

"And what of yourself? How did you find yourself here?"