@Mouse: >WTF?<
Sam sees that there is a small break in action before they will attempt to go on and decides to go and get his armour, he is already used to it as much as to his own skin, and he misses it's touch on the skin that calms him down, or maybe is it the knowledge that any second he can just vanish from the view. no matter what this small trip had showed him that he should never let it home ever again, then even with magic he still would have preferred to work in his way, not depending on someone.
Just a short Cab drive and he was already going up the stairs to change into it, as usually his thoughts where interrupted by an unexpected unexpected sound from his neighbouring Loft, that couple knew how to fight and how to make up. Sam did not even bother to touch the traps he had set up but went between their blind-spots, and just after 3 minutes he was sitting in the Cab in his old self, his natural skin
Beaming with joy he got out a block from where the rest of the team had gathered and started to walk, then run, then run with turned on invisibility, he really enjoyed it.
when he saw Ryker he turned of his suit and went on as he was, startling a mage, a shadowruner in general might end with death, so he was not yet ready to see his maker, and neither did he had any wished to do so.