Sam eyed her slightly, wondering some about that laugh which had seemed a bit forced. Had something shown in his face when he was thinking about Caprica?
Still, he made himself relax and took the drink, laughing at the name. "Ok, cheers," he held it up in a brief toast before taking a sip. Damn, it was good. He almost groaned at the taste of real flavors, that wasn't some form of reconstituted algae.
"Alright, but don't say I didn't warn you," he grinned slightly, trying to mask the concern that she'd run a mile and call him crazy.
"I'm from a planet called Picon, and I'm from at least two thousand years in your future." He took another, longer sip of the drink. "And there it is."