Adia smiles a bit at the mental image of Paladin as a child. At least, until the facts about her past sink in. "I'm sorry to hear that," she says sincerely. "I promise that I won't overdo it, though. But if they have any fresh fruit, I might take a little back for my friends. Maggie, especially. She hasn't been feeling well lately."

"The Cylons don't concern themselves with our needs," she says with a small frown. "I don't think they need to eat as much as we do, anyway. We live on rations. Reconstituted stuff, mostly. It's enough, but barely. Mostly I just miss real food."