Sam winced at her story before silently gesturing to the bartender for another round. Too much alcohol would be a bad plan, but another drink was good.
"Some people will have their fanatical followers now matter how low they sink."
Briefly he thought of Roslin. Was she actually the savior of humanity like they all seemed to think? Or just crazy?
"And he's here now? The frakked up son of a bitch that did that to your family?" He shook his head, with a sigh. Damn.
"So what's the plan? Beyond not getting yourself killed that is."