Hey, now, taking home strays has worked pretty well for him so far. More or less.

He's liking how it worked right now, too, considering he seems to have found himself a pretty decent companion. It's not like he was looking for a dog or anything, but he's not gonna say no to keeping this one around at least for the night.

Until that happens. There's a brief moment of panic - Sam's a medic, yeah, but he's got no idea what to do with a dog having seizures. Then Steve is standing there, and panic turns to what the hell.

His eyebrows shoot up as he just barely resists the urge to reach out and poke Steve, make sure what he's seeing is actually real.

"Oh, just a pair of pants, huh?"