Sam shrugs. He really isn't sure the Colt will pop up out of thin air, so he sees no problem with biding his time. Instead he puts down his nails and hammer, nodding up to the impressively sized wall. He's sweating and exhausted, but those are one of the few times he feels accomplished.

"Build the wall, protect the people, protect us while we're here. It's not a bad deal." It's really not. As Sam goes to talk more, a smaller child - seven, maybe eight - runs over with a glass of water. She's got curls on top of curls, and big dark eyes.

"Hey!! Here's something to drink, Tommy. Dad says you need it or you're gonna fall over dead."

"Ah - thanks, Polly. If you're sure..."

She beams at him, flustered, and runs off to join a small group of giggling kids. The glass is cool and comforting in his hands.

"Billy's daughter. I told her to guess what my name was, and she got it right." Clearly. He is actually pleased about his new name, calm and serene in the heat. Still wearing a fucking full jacket. He needs to look into long sleeves