Really, the faerie girl was likely too kind for her own good.

The stuffed toy that Tobi presented her with had to be harboring the Bubonic Plague given its discolored fluff. She could feel the excitement that seemed to radiate off of the boy that stood in front of him. It was clearly a treasured possession of Tobi's given the battered appearance, and it was that alone that had the faerie reaching out to take the wheeled toy. She moved to sit down on the edge of the bed as she stroked the soft exterior of the toy. It had likely been a lovely toy at one point. But it was clear that the toy had been dragged around the entirety of the Ark based on the ragged appearance. It was only when Tobi spoke did she look up once more. A simper of amusement appeared on her features as she watched him explain that when he was good, Aiden rewarded him. And when he was bad, well...

"I am sure you are always good, Tobi. You've been nothing but kind to me, so far."

It was all she was willing to offer on the topic. Her thoughts had shifted to something else, something far darker. Perhaps Tobi was the last person she should tell. He was loyal to Aiden to a fault. There was no guarantee that what Samantha offered him would be kept secret. But then, maybe Tobi would help. It was her trust in goodness that had her opening her mouth in the first place. And it was the reality of Tobi's toys that had her asking if he had anything she could use to protect herself. The girl listened quietly as Tobi spoke in his fractured way, the girl shaking her head firmly. "No, Tobi. We can't tell Aiden. Please keep my secret."

Rising, the young faerie moved to follow him, her fingers nervously clutching around Charles within her hands as though the stuffed dog was a lifeline. She was unsure of where they were going, though she was especially confused when they went into the next room. She'd been in the room once before, when Raven had brought her to the Ark and allowed her the use of the shower. She knew that his room was also shared by Raven, so the girl let out a soft, audible noise of relief as she once more felt comfortable within the space. Any place that Raven felt safe was a place that Samantha could also feel safe, of that she was sure.

Samantha made no effort to help him - instead she stood near the doorway and out of the way - as he moved the bed. In fact, she was more interested in the bone that he had kicked away. She couldn't help but wonder what kind of animal it belonged to, and better yet, what had happened to it. It was only when the sound of the floorboard being lifted caught her attention did she move forward, watching as the... nail gun? was lifted out of the dark crevice in the floor and extended towards her.

Unlike Charles, Samantha made no move to take the tool, especially with the warning that it would kill a faerie. She was sure touching it would be dangerous, and as such she merely clutched Charles closer to herself. She shook her head. "How does it..." She asked, hardly having time to get the full sentence out before it was pointed towards the wall and the five long nails were fired in the wood. Samantha could feel the iron in it, and that alone was enough for her to let out a tiny yelp as she jumped back. "Tobi I..."

He wanted her to borrow that? He wanted her to use that? The girl couldn't believe the idea of it. She hadn't wanted something that would kill - that could kill herself as well. She'd merely wanted something that would keep her safe. The faerie equivalence of pepper spray, perhaps? The faerie girl shook her head as he attempted to hand it back, not willing to touch the dangerous weapon. "I don't want to kill them... I can't kill... I..." She shook her head. "I was looking for something less lethal?"