she doesn't make any effort to keep from rolling her eyes. she loves robby, always will ... and, granted, she knows she's not one to speak, but god, his family is screwed up. ( idly, she wonders if he views mr. kreese like johnny once had : family. she hopes not. ) he barks out a laugh, sharpens his teeth into a smile, and all it does is ignite yet another spark in sam ; one of rage and annoyance alike. yet, at the core of her identity is a simple fact : she's a larusso ; she'll never stand for cobra kai. ( she'll never just sit back and let cobra kai infect the people she care about most. ) ' i'm not a little kid. you can't hurt me. ' and sure, somewhere in the back of her mind, she can hear her father telling her to be the bigger person, especially as she glares up at him, but she doesn't care. ' he's not your student. ' shouldn't be, anyway — but that's not the same statement. ' i thought "poaching students" was frowned upon. '