Caspar nods absently, taking another sip of moonshine. He's probably as much of a lightweight as Jim, and as much as he enjoys a high-quality drink, he's not about to over sample. Him, loosen the reins on his inhibitions and let his emotions take the wheel?

Nope. Not in public, anyway.

Jim's reaction has both human and Cylon alike looking at him curiously. Is that really such a strange thing to learn? If that twenty years' difference is a loss to her, she doesn't show it. "We are branching into new avenues of tech, it's true," she replies, her tone equally diplomatic. "But, um..."

"They aren't learning anything from us," Caspar says flatly, saving her the trouble. "Cylon medicine is terrible. What's the point of saving a life if there's a new body to download into, am I right?" His lips tighten into a bitter smirk. "We had a virus on one of our basestars and the solution was to cut it from the network. That's about as high tech as we got."

"It's better now," Adia says softly. "The Cylons are learning about their own physiology, and human-based medicine is sufficient for most things."