[[ OOC: I am entirely canonblind but intrigued! Hello! ]]

The question, when it comes, seems to come from above him.

"What are you doing?"

There's no one in the same tree, but up in the branches of a different tree, close by. They are dressed in an old-fashioned blouse with slightly puffed sleeves, and light-colored linen pants. (With those pale clothes among the greenery, how did you miss them? Focus can be a bane, sometimes.) And they are hanging upside down, knees hooked over a sturdy branch, just looking at Sam.