Una was so lost in thought that Sam's rant didn't quite register at first, but she started paying attention at demon—
"Sam?"
—and then actors who are going to play Cylons someday—
"Sam..." and a question was forming in her head to which she wasn't sure she wanted an answer, although she could guess—
—and at homicidal wack-job of a psychic alien, the question about Cylons was blown to smithereens, and she reeled as if she'd been slapped across the face.
(As a result, she didn't really hear I don't want to die a camelid, and that was probably just as well; probably one of the last things Sam needed at this point was for her inappropriate-humour instinct to kick in and to have her collapse into a fit of giggles.)
"Sam!" She took a few steps toward him and put her trembling hands on either side of his head. "Sam ... It'll be all right. Somehow. I don't know how, but ... this can't be it. I'm sure of it." At some point she'd started stroking his long neck, just as one would trying to calm an ordinary animal, and it was a sign of how rattled she was that she didn't seem to find anything odd or inappropriate about it at all. She took a deep breath to try and steady herself and said, "What was that you said there? Psychic ... psychic alien?"
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Date: 2008-12-04 06:06 pm (UTC)"Sam?"
—and then actors who are going to play Cylons someday—
"Sam..." and a question was forming in her head to which she wasn't sure she wanted an answer, although she could guess—
—and at homicidal wack-job of a psychic alien, the question about Cylons was blown to smithereens, and she reeled as if she'd been slapped across the face.
(As a result, she didn't really hear I don't want to die a camelid, and that was probably just as well; probably one of the last things Sam needed at this point was for her inappropriate-humour instinct to kick in and to have her collapse into a fit of giggles.)
"Sam!" She took a few steps toward him and put her trembling hands on either side of his head. "Sam ... It'll be all right. Somehow. I don't know how, but ... this can't be it. I'm sure of it." At some point she'd started stroking his long neck, just as one would trying to calm an ordinary animal, and it was a sign of how rattled she was that she didn't seem to find anything odd or inappropriate about it at all. She took a deep breath to try and steady herself and said, "What was that you said there? Psychic ... psychic alien?"
As she repeated the phrase, she knew.