"I don't know." Sam casually shrugged. War games, he had gotten good at. Mind games, he was still new to. This whole being a Cylon business really did a number on his reasoning skills. If he was wrong about how he was all this time, what else could he be wrong about?
He couldn't help but think about the tattoo on his arm. Kara once told him that if she found out he was a Cylon, she'd put a bullet in his brain. She trusted him when she married him. How could he have been telling her the truth then and lying now about what he is?
All of this rushed through while he devoured the last few chips. "So, are you an 'American' then?" he asked, also making small talk.