Sam jolts her head towards Alex when she claims to like art as well. She stops walking and turns to face the girl.

"Are you trying to mess with me? Because if you are, I'll tell." The child rises upon her toes trying to seem taller.

"I'm not messing, honest." Alex smiles, reaches into her pants' back pocket and pulls out a drawing. "I saw how sad you were after, so I made this. I never thought I'd be able to give it to you though."

Sam unfolds her arms to hold the drawing. She smiles softly at the image.