Sam's noticed how much more on edge Jet has been in the past few days - more than just arena nerves, even more than just that Jet's been having to go through this arena without Albert. He hasn't really pushed like he might have if they weren't in the arena, because he's way too conscious of the fact that there are cameras every where to try to get Jet to open up about whatever it is, but he's still tried to be nearby Jet when he can, just in case.

And he's real damn glad that everyone he loves is okay with grouping together, because otherwise he'd be pretty damn hard pressed to be around for the lot of them like he feels like he needs to be.

He's doing around of checking on everyone when he hears the screaming and the breaking of glass, and changes his path almost immediately. His guard is automatically up as he approaches the cathedral, looking around for any sign of of attack, but... there's just Jet, kneeling in the middle of scattered shards of glass.

Sam moves forward cautiously, trying to step on as little glass as possible so he doesn't wreck up his shoes. "Hey," he greets quietly, making sure Jet sees him before he reaches out to try to rest a hand on his shoulder.

"Let me take a look at your hands?"