He'd never been telekinetic long enough for anything more than the broad strokes. Literally, really. His telekinesis tended to be better for throwing things around and shielding.

Sam lets out a breath and goes forward, picking up a gun of his own. He checks it over before patting one of the liquidators down for a holster.

He's trying to be better about actually using them.

"Do you need us to find a medic? I can field dress it, but I'll need some cloth. Anybody feel like giving up your suit jacket to the cause?"

The fact that he pulls back the slide to check the chamber and lets it forward with a loud 'click' is only coincidence. Not intimidation. Really.