Sam's Comedic Swat Paper

Sam snatches the crumpled paper from Ainsley's office desk clutter, rolls it tight into a baton of mock menace, and swings in exaggerated arc toward her retreating form—her laughter erupts as she ducks through the door, the prop slicing night air to punctuate their charged banter over ERA clashes and Correspondents' Dinner recruitment, flirtation crackling in the emptied room's echo.