For a long, long moment, Sam just stared at her before sighing and moving to one of the small tables a couple of feet from the bar, pulling one of the stools out slightly and moving to sit on the other, gesturing for her to sit at the pulled out one.
"Maybe I'm being a hypocrite," he admitted. "People are giving me a chance, despite what I am. Course, it helps that they're all pretty detached from it, they only see me, the bar owner. They don't know what it means to be Cylon," he picked up one of the tooth picks that were in a jar on the table, chewing it a while. "Same as a lot of people here, they only see Jacen, the sarcastic, funny guy who lives at the Hyperion and is one of the good guys."
He stared at the surface of the table, at the way the lights shone on it before looking up at her. "Redemption, second chances, they're really nice words and usually I'm all for them, but when it comes to the guy who tortured my girlfriend and killed her mother, I'm a little biased. Because she doesn't just see Jacen, she sees Colonel Solo, GAG monster and I'm inclined to side with her on this."
He leaned back in the chair, watching her closely. Where once he'd studied the opposing team's body language for a clue about their tactics, he now just watched people, read their moods, judged if they might cause trouble. "How do you know he hasn't just found a new way to deceive you?"