It's the hardest friend she's ever had to make -- the Centurions were the face of the Cylon War long before any of the humanoid models. Their roving red 'eye', a red LED light endlessly cycling back and forth, was a source of many of her nightmares.

Turns out they're easy to get along with. Simple, straight-forward emotions. No mind games or lying. It's nice.

"Maybe," she replies, although she doesn't sound as hopeful. She doesn't sound upset about it, either. A little resigned more than anything. She returns Amelia's smile. "We're settling in just fine, regardless. We have a cabin that's the perfect size for us. Caspar has done so much work fixing it up. It's not like those concrete compounds on New Caprica, it's a real home."