Sam frowns down at the paper for a moment like it's written in another language instead of numbers that he's familiar with. For as much as he understands this, it might as well be. But then, he guesses there's no protocol for something like this, no way of being able to tell what a person is and isn't supposed to do, and no matter how easy — or at least how much easier — it would be to turn away and shut her out, he remembers too well what it was like to grow up without a mother. He can't decide for Jordan that she's going to have to, too, can't just tell Andrea that she doesn't get to be a part of her life if she wants to be. Right now is far too soon for any of that, but he folds the paper and sticks it in the pocket of his jeans, nodding once. "Alright," he says. "I'll do that."