He can tell she's nervous or uncertain, though he can't imagine why. Maybe talking about this Cylon War is difficult for her, which is more than understandable. Whoever the aggressors were, it sounds damn near as bad as Vulcan. "That's rough. My condolences."

Jim sets the datapad down, tapping his fingers against the surface of the table as he considers how he wants to answer that. "Not really. I haven't seen most of them in years. My grandparents got back in touch with me when I enlisted, but I hadn't heard much from my mom until just recently. And God knows where my brother is these days."