Run? From Sam? As she's propelled towards another desk, it occurs to her that he doesn't sound much like Sam, and isn't acting like him, either. She digs in her heels, but that fails to stop her from sliding inexorably toward the desk. With a frustrated huff, she shifts into polar bear shape and plunks her bottom against the floor. Whoever he is, he'll find her harder to shove around, now.

She twists around so she can sniff at not-Sam's face. Leave me alone, she says flatly. And leave Andrew alone, too.