As he walked the steps, he would again meet the one thing he hated most: another being with fur. However, after a few seconds, perhaps he might recognize that being as Alpha. Or maybe she was just another nameless thing waiting to be slaughtered by Sam's hand. The girl looked towards him, bearing scars of fighting....and with matching scars of a sniper detailed in ASF and Amoridian Rebel chatter who has hit in the leg by chopper's fire. Her rifle was a weapon that would turn heads, a weapon that was designed to end fools who dared play God. Maybe even end a god itself. She only wore a black tank top, and sweatpants. Her fur was insulation enough, her paws shoes enough. Over her left breast, Sam could just barely make out a brand. On her neck, a tattoo designating her as A-007. "Hello." She said, looking up at him without fear, apprehension, or the horror at one who had hunted many like her. The girl was just tired, searching for a way to heal the same wounds plaguing Sam himself, that same internal struggle which could end many lesser souls, and many greater souls. "Are you here to kill me?" She asked, as if inquiring about the weather