"Maybe not, but it would make things complicated, especially if you couldn't talk." Adia has fortunately never been LOLed, but that doesn't stop her from worrying about it. Adam has the advantage of a Nexus apartment to wait out any transformation. He'd probably turn into a doberman or a mastiff or some other impressive dog breed, anyway.

She blushes a little under the green make-up. "Sorry. My name's Adia. I'm surprised you don't have more advanced space travel, but it sounds like your scientists put all their effort into cybernetics."

His questions are inevitable. She can't seem to get very far from the troubles on her home world, not even at what is probably the most festive event she's been to in years. "We're under Occupation," she explains quietly. "The Cylons -- sentient robots -- obliterated the colonies. Those of us who were left fled via spaceship, trying to find Earth. But we found this planet instead... it was in a nebula, and it was supposed to shield us from the Cylons' sensors, but they found us anyway. They set up a provisional government, but every so often, someone from the settlement goes missing, or gets tortured in their Detention Center. If... if I left New Caprica, my friends would assume that I was dead, or worse. I can't do that to them, and I... there are so few of us left. I can't leave them."

She looks away self-consciously, feeling awkward in her painted face and silly wig. Way to be the life of the party, she mentally chastises herself.