Sam mutters something under his breath in a language that sounds both beautiful and terrifying, only half realizing he's even doing so. He stands back, letting Michael take over the bed with the outfits while surveying the room.

It doesn't hit him until the second look around, a slower one as he half listens to Michael's report on the comms. Then he walks over to the bearskin rug, to the place where it isn't laying flat before flipping it over.