Sam tried not to jump. He really did, though he failed miserably. At least he managed to suppress the no doubt less than manly shriek that threatened to appear when the other man appeared unexpectedly.
"I know," he retorted, a touch defensively. "I just wanted to be sure. On the not biting. Thing."
He took a moment to look at the newcomer. He seemed harmless enough. Then again he knew never to accept the surface impression as being the true one. Everyone had thought Brother Carvil had been a nice enough priest before he turned out to be one of the most sadistic Cylons out there.
Still, Anakin said these guys were alright. He took a deep breath and hoped he was doing the right thing.
"Sam Anders," he tried to smile as he held out a hand.