Sam was still wary, even if Gabriel's reaction was not what he'd been expecting.
"Ok, people that I know when they hear the words "I'm a Cylon" are either smug because they're toasters themselves or terrified since Cylons pretty much wiped out the human race."
He accepted the handkerchief around his hand, pressing it against the cut and stopping the blood.
"Who are you?"
There was still so much he didn't understand, about this place and about what he really was. What it meant to be a skinjob Cylon. On the one hand there were the models like Carvil, D'Anna, the so-called doctor. Sick and twisted monsters who delighted in experimenting on and torturing humans. But then there was Sharon who had fallen in love with a human. Or the 6 model in the Brig who had risked everything to being baby Hera back to her parents.