She nods silently, biting her lip. The picture is just a folded up square again, but she stares ahead, still looking at it in her mind.

And then she gives him a heart-broken smile.

"I'm a microbiologist. So was Caspar. We were working aboard the Chiron, so when the Colonies were destroyed, we were unharmed. It was a confusing twenty-four hours... anyone who had made it to space was scattered all around the star system. We had to find Galactica and regroup before the Cylons attacked again."

The outline of one of the number fives is visible through the paper; she absently traces it with a finger. "His model was the first to be discovered as a Cylon. He, um... he held me hostage in one of our labs. He had turned on the failsafe so that it would take a while to open the doors. And then he... he killed himself. It was that or be captured. They would have shoved him out an airlock. If he was lucky."

It's a long moment before she speaks again.

"I learned later that Cylons can resurrect. They download themselves into a new body. I, um... I saw him again, when we were on New Caprica. He saved my life, but he wouldn't admit who he was... and now he's siding with the Ones. He's about as far away from me as he can get without being dying again."