He studies the badge carefully, the leather worn and pitted from life in a purse that hadn't been emptied very often and frequent uniform wear. It seals it, she's a cop - just not a good one. Well, more power to Sam for picking up a ditz... a ditz that could get them both in very deep shit - but a ditz no less.

"It's a good rule." He lets himself slip a little, not really any more than
Sam clearly has. He quickly adds; "Police have a bad habit of sloppy work and getting shot in Miami."