"All kinds of stuff," she says with a small laugh. "Aliens, time travel, superpowers... the only things we have that aren't fiction are spaceships, and sentient robots."

It's nice to see him smile like that. It takes the edge off all that blood. All the same, she doesn't waste time in heading off to get the change of clothes she promised. When she comes back, she's thrilled to see that the store did indeed have those tiny pies. She's less excited about the cigarettes, but she's not about to deny him his vice. Especially not when he's still recovering from... being dead?

The thought reminds her of Cylon resurrection and it's a moment or two before her smile returns, but when it does, it's genuine. "Here you go," she says, handing him a shopping bag full of clothes. There's a couple button-up shirts, a pair of jeans, socks and briefs, all freshly laundered. "Like I said, it might be a little big on you, but it'll do until you're able to go shopping."