I wasn't exactly considering Greek mythology in the middle of an apple orchard.

[Sam informs her, but he's holding the sword up as the scythe-wielding folks come closer. Hey, at least they don't have guns. Or magic. Or murder robots. At least, not that he's seen yet anyway.]

Yeah, ready to dance the night away if I have to.

[But first he raises his voice.] Hey. You don't want to do this. Put down the weapons and back off. We don't want to fight you, but we will if you make us.

[He'd really rather not. Talking their way out of this would be much much better. But he has a sense that this won't be so easy.]