Sam snaps awake from Lucifer's voice. He's not sure if it was his ears or his intuition that even got him there, but he can see the silhouette in the moonlight. Can hear the sound of a bullet getting suck in its chamber, and he wastes no time or thought in launching himself at the figure. His shoulders are bulky despite his uneven diet, smashing hard into ribs, and he aims to pull the man down and pin him against the floor. His hair is grown out a bit, bangs hanging as he struggles; the moonlight is completely stamped out by clouds as they move further from the window.

He has to get the other gun away from this guy. His heartbeat roars in his ears; Croats don't usually use guns, minds too scrambled to even aim too well, but it's not completely unusual. But this - the guy seems to be coordinated, strong, trained. Which means he's likely a robber. Shit. Sam takes no pleasure in killing normal people; he'll try to knock him out, leave him here to wake on his own...!