Adia pokes at the water stains on the table top while Lich is at the bar, her gaze unfocused. Her mind is still stuck on religion, however useless it is to dwell on. She wonders how the cylons developed a religion in the first place. They certainly didn't need a creation myth, or even stories about the afterlife. Who needs Hades when you can just download into a new body?

She has a good guess what he chose for her, based on the shape of the glass and the color of a liquid. Her guess is confirmed when she takes a sip, screwing her face up a little as it burns its way down her throat, but in a good way. "Thanks," she says. "I used to drink hot toddies on Aquarion."