Sam's surprised by the bow, looks just slightly embarrassed. The politeness and formality is something he'll have to get used to, and he will. It's still just very new, especially when the person he'd spent the majority of his time around the past two years was often crude and full of teasing remarks, always trying to make him embarrassed or uncomfortable. Or just smile and laugh, which he'd done plenty of that too.

Wow, it had only been, what, five days? And he was already missing Dean this much? Six days, actually. The last day before waking up here had also been spent without him. The last time he'd seen him he'd been a wreck, just those couple of minutes before Sam had-- Stop.

He glances over at Tsukishima again, forcing himself to focus on him and his question as they walk and talk.

"Yeah. I'm American. And my family's been hunting... pretty much my whole life. Maybe not the kind of hunting you're thinking of, though." At this point he feels like their entire situation is bizarre enough, and he's met enough non-human people who weren't hostile here, that he can tell more people this much about himself at least. Why not? It's sort of hinted at in the book of visitors, and he'd already told Avandrel. "It might sound a little crazy... We hunt down supernatural things. Evil things that are hurting or killing people. Monsters and ghosts. Even demons, a few times."