Sam squints at that, visually buffering as he tries to figure out what that means. "People are... nice?" Yes he knew what the word 'nice' meant. People had nice guns, or a nice jacket that they'd definitely get killed over, but what was a nice person...? Someone that was nice to look at maybe? Except he didn't think a little kid was putting too much stock into people's appearances, and what would that have to do with whether or not he was safe anyway.
"I...uh. Okay. Good to know, I think." He scratched at his head again, still baffled.