It was only after his confirmation that Sam stepped through the doorway, entering the quarantine room properly. Her fingers were still knitted together in front of her, unconsciously disclosing her discomfort and nervousness, if her smile hadn't already.

"Survivin'," she offered in respond to his question. It seemed fitting, and was a very Sam-esque answer. It wasn't fine when she still felt the gaze of other students on her back when she hadn't knowingly done anything wrong. "I'm not sure 'bout Zelda, but the Greenhouses are doing well." She'd still gone out despite Herbology being cancelled, hoping tending to the plants might help her feel a bit less guilty about what had happened. It hadn't, maybe because she didn't actually have a reason to be guilty, but it was good to feel useful.

It was only then Sam became aware of the Headmistress. She turned in her direction, giving her a small smile. "Good day, Professor Hawthorne. I hope I'm not interrupting anyfink."