Sighing, Dana finished off her beer. She never liked how disapproving Sam seemed to be of what her and Dad did. She understood to a point how he didn't want to be involved in the lifestyle anymore, but didn't he know that what they did was something good? If they didn't help, hunt the monsters, who would?

She bit her tongue though at his comment, studying the table in front of her for a moment in thought. "Mhm..." She hummed noncommittally.