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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.
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.