And the girl in the corner, let no-one ignore her

Sam sidled closer to Amon, releasing his hand to slide her own across his back; hopefully, having a friendly arm around him would provide a little comfort to offset his unease. She'd expected some uncertainty, maybe some mild exasperation tempered by his fondness for her (and possibly a cautious appreciation of Zeran's glee) but not for her friend to be so discomfited he'd pass on a bit of banter. She didn't say anything about it---what she said was "It's up to the guys, since I got a good look before,"---but kept her hand on Amon's back, rubbing lightly to try and convey a wordless (and discreet) 'hey, it's okay.'