[ sam hasn't quite learned how to keep himself quiet, yet, and by nature of both what he is, and what he'd most recently been, he's unfortunately very adept at this being connected to a bunch of other things deal. so there's a vague hum of feedback that comes from him - the Galactica, being in the cockpit of a viper, watching the Raider scan him through the front of his ship. things flooding his mind while he's looking over the ships, and, especially, when his gaze turns towards one of the Nest grown ships, parked not far away, a mix of organic and inorganic.
it's the pull of another broodmate that has Sam turning his head back, just before Steve speaks up to him, Sam's hand still resting on the hull of the ship in front of him, like he'd spaced out a moment, slowly retracting it as he looks back with Steve's question. ]
Not these ones exactly, but starfighters, yeah. [ glancing back to Steve. ] You're one of ours, right? The, uh, cluster? Brood?
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it's the pull of another broodmate that has Sam turning his head back, just before Steve speaks up to him, Sam's hand still resting on the hull of the ship in front of him, like he'd spaced out a moment, slowly retracting it as he looks back with Steve's question. ]
Not these ones exactly, but starfighters, yeah. [ glancing back to Steve. ] You're one of ours, right? The, uh, cluster? Brood?