Heartened that she isn't put off by his nature, Faris is more than content to satisfy her scientific curiosity. "Chanath is still on the ship at this time. I can remain safely separated for six of your hours at a time. Before that time limit is reached, I must physically touch a suitable host and transfer onto the surface of their skin, appearing two dimensional to your eyes. K'da in this state resemble your human art form of tattoo."

He's attentive to her statements about her enemy, these Cylons, and their strengths and weaknesses. "There is no path to reasoning with your enemies?" he questions. "No peace that may be formed, or at the least, a cease-fire?"