Amelia's more than happy to avoid any topics that bring Adia down. The happier her friend is, the less likely the rogue will say anything about her own troubles.

"He's the domestic type?" she asks, a hint of a teasing note in her voice. She can't help it, really, because the thought of a Cylon dusting a house or chopping firewood seems terribly out of place. Endearing, but against their nature. "What kinds of things has he done for the place to make it more like a true home for the two of you?"