A small smile passes over her face. There's something oddly reassuring about Oceanglide calling cylons "alien". "We obviously don't, either. We have some cloning technology, but not for humans."

If she weren't so exhausted, she'd give deeper thought to his words, puzzle over their significance to his life. Instead, she's just grateful that his example is something that had already crossed her mind. "Oh, I don't doubt that. They're very... close with each other. They take their unity very seriously." A mental image of one of the tall, strikingly beautiful blonde models welcoming Caspar back with open arms pops into her head and she frowns at the sudden surge of irrational jealousy. "It's one thing humans could learn from them. We wouldn't be in this mess if we had that kind of cohesion... but then we wouldn't be human, I guess."