"Never gonna get used to that.." Sam muttered. He peered under the cloth at the cut. The blood had already stopped flowing out. Oh, right, Cylons were more durable than humans. Not to the extent he'd seen some around here manage, but still it was starting to make sense how he'd survived pneumonia without medication. He shook his head slightly with a muttered 'frak' under his breath before giving a wary smirk at Gabriel.
"Never did figure out why we call 'em toasters. It's not like we eat bread too much any more anyway. Them, us.. whichever group I'm in these days."
He forced himself to relax slightly.
"Human 2.0?" He echoed. "Jeez, just where the hell am I?