Jim nods, already making a mental note which particular records he'll send Caspar's way first. "No problem. Do you have a PINpoint, or should I send them to Adia's?" After how skittish the Cylon has been, he's not about to corner the guy by demanding his contact info just to send along some history books.

He pretends he doesn't notice the shift in Caspar's body language, that jolt of surprise like he was expecting something else. Prying questions, maybe. "Hunter's introduced me to his century's film soundtracks. Some of them are ridiculously catchy."