"Oh." Adia nods in understanding. That must be terribly awkward, for a person you're familiar with on your world to share the face with a god. She catches Caspar opening his mouth and turns towards him. "How's the moonshine?" she asks him brightly. "Is it good?"

The Cylon presses his lips together in the faintest of pouts. He was about to ask Jim who Thor resembled. Busted! "...good enough," he says finally, before taking another sip.

"Only a hundred," Adia says with a soft laugh, moving the conversation along. "We should all be so lucky, Jim. Maybe as our healthcare improves, we will be. How curious that the Vulcans live so much longer. Do you think it's because of their blood? Or are there other physiological differences?"