Bucky considers everybody to be a suspicious person. But so long as she doesn't act aggressively (or try to get in his space), he won't do anything other than keep an eye on her.

He does dig the colors, though. Red and blue are his jam.

Adia watches the other woman pour out the drinks with a somewhat blank expression on her face. It's not until Harley asks her what's wrong that she moves at all, and then it's only to refold her picture and tuck it into her messenger bag. Harley doesn't know anything about her situation. Starting an explanation from the beginning feels like an exhausting endeavor.

But the woman is concerned. And has her own wild, heart-breaking past. Adia's story can't be that crazy in comparison.

"We're at war, where I'm from, with genocidal robots called Cylons. They destroyed our twelve colonies, and we've been on the run from them for... gods, nearly three years. We had hoped to find Earth -- it was considered a myth for a long time, but we recently obtained the coordinates..."

She smiles wryly. It looks all wrong on her normally innocent face. "Well, we found it. But it's completely destroyed. The thirteenth tribe had built their own Cylons over two thousand years ago, and the end result was a nuclear war." She sighs heavily. "It was our only hope. I don't know what we're going to do now..."