"Why is it odd? A lot of cultures do it... what kind of instrument did the bard play?" And why has Martel only seen one? But this question comes to her belatedly, while she takes another sip of brandy. Maybe it's too difficult to make a living singing songs about the past.

The comment irritates her a little, but she tries not to take it personally. "The cylons that humans created were most like the Centurions, the ones that still look like robots. And a rudimentary form at that... they changed, after they fled the colonies. It's not like we ever had this sort of technology. It might as well be magic to us."