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It wasn't that Caprica had been avoiding anyone or her duties as a team leader. She hadn't meant to be, honestly, but there was a lot of stuff in her own mind that she needed to come to terms with first. Days had been spent exploring the city that was open for members of the assorted crew and a good portion of that had been in the various churches that were there. Humans were so diverse in their sense of belief that it fascinated her to no end regarding the vast range of, well, everything. It wasn't fascinating, however, at how they dealt with other aspects of life.

Walking into the precinct that she had learned was recently discovered in the city she took one quick glance about noting how much different it was than the brig on Galactica or any of the other ships in the fleet. Exits were noted, possible places people could be at, everything she could manage in one look. Caprica could already tell it was a place she would not wish to be all things considered if it wasn't for one thing: Sam.

"I was right," the Cylon said in her silk smooth voice as she stepped up to the bars once the guard had left, "to pin you for a trouble maker." Light humor painted her words taking what little bite of disappointment might have been hidden with them. Oh how he reminded her slightly of Gaius and with that point there was no doubt someone, or something, was probably listening.

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Sam was sitting on his bed with his back pressed against the wall flipping through his father's journal when Six appeared. Her presence managed to draw out an amused grin. "Is that right?" he said, flipping the leather-bound book closed and setting it down on the mattress and then standing up to cross over to the bars that kept him confined. "And why do I get the feeling you're not exactly disappointed by that?"

One look at the bars and, by the light in her eyes, she was measuring them up or remembering. When her eyes finally managed to turn their gaze back toward Sam as he approached she let an amused brow lift slightly. "I find it an endearing human trait. Rebel, fight for what you believe in, acts of stupidity." Her smile grew soft as she took a step closer to the cell bars before a hesitant hand moved to rest lightly upon them.

"Something you seem so akin to wanting to display, Sam." When Six paused she allowed herself to scan his face. So different from a Cylon.. so emotional and not so detached from their feelings as they were. "Why?"

"Ok, that started out sounding like a compliment," he replied, arching an eyebrow, confused as to whether he should be offended or not. "But then kinda turned into a insult."

~~Someone is being evasive.~~

Evasive Sam is evasive.

"It was not meant to be insulting toward you. I am simply curious as to what you have done to be in here." With a pause, she furrowed her brow a little. Even if she was programmed to know a good deal about being a 'human' there were still certain things she did not know. "Does not generally, as some would say, something on the side of stupidity need to occur for someone to be placed behind bars?" Aside from being a machine that is.

Carefully her fingers wrapped around the bars once giving them a little squeeze before relaxing in their grip. "I was worried when I heard that you were here.."

He smiled at her concern. "I'll be fine, really. It's not exactly the first time I've been stuck in this position so, I kinda know what to expect for the most part."

He watched her intently. Her curiosity had an almost child-like quality to it, which just made her all the more intriguing. "But, no, stupidity isn't exactly a prerequisite. Where I'm from, sometimes being unpopular is enough."

"Then you are unpopular for something?" Did Gaius have family on the Earth that Sam was from? No. No she pushed that thought quickly out of her current thought process to reside in the back for proper reviewing later. Reaching a hand up she softly the backs of her pointer and middle finger on her right hand against Sam's cheek unless he pulled away. "Being so, as you call it, unpopular was something I grew accustomed to quickly in the Fleet."

Sam looked fine to the human eye as far as appearance went and she was going out on a limb with her next statement. "And you must eat. The human body cannot go for long without adequate sustenance."

Sam allowed her touch him but his smile quickly faded at the mention of food. "What I think is unpopular. And I know I need to eat." He could feel his stomach grumbling at the mere thought of food, even if it was just the slop from the Mess Hall. "But I can't. I can't give up yet."

"I will not see you die for a cause, Sam." There was genuine concern in her voice. It would take a lot more fasting for the man to die, yes, but it was the point behind her words. Gently her fingers brushed once more against his cheek before she moved her hand back to her side.

"Will you tell me why you are in here at least?" Her eyes searched his face. There weren't many things going around as to why the young Winchester had been put behind the bars. Most were rather tight lipped about it. Moving closer to the bar if it was even possible the Cylon let her voice drop slightly. "Please, Sam. Tell me. Let me help you."

Sam sighed and lowered his gaze to the floor of the cell, to the line formed where the cell door met the stone. "Someone hacked my omnicom and found a contingency plan I had to kill the Yeerk if the jury voted 'not guilty' or decided to let it live," he admitted. "And, when they questioned me about it, I didn't deny it. So, now everyone things I'm a wanna-be murderer and, so, they locked me up. To protect the slug...that helped its friends infest some of us and try to kill others."