Last spark from the ashes

The little guy (or whatever gender they go by) lets go about as soon as Blaze stops shaking him. He lands on his butt, and with a chuckle the Guardian reaches down to set him back on his feet. He doesn't seem terribly appreciative of the gesture, mind you, and Blaze has to wave off the renewed harangue she's getting.

"You make certain none of that belongs to anyone else," she warns them, pointing at their sled. "If I find out it does I'm going to be back, understood?" She examines the beacon as she returns to Adia, lifting it up for Ghost's inspection as well.

"Looks all right, doesn't it? -Yeah, the immunity is a pretty good perk, but it's still important to know when to get a decon shower. And there's a flock of crows around the plaza most days, don't know if you've seen them. Arrogant and mouthy little things, up close. Almost as bad for tampering with our beacons as those guys." She points over her shoulder with the one in her hands.

Adia's stuffing her hands into her pockets draws the Exo's notice as they resume their patrol. "You aren't getting cold, are you? Wind's picking up a little." Tickling her antennae a little, actually. She may have to get her hat out. She doesn't get enough opportunity to use it.

"Hmm. Maybe." Not that Adia isn't right, under most circumstances. Blaze is trying to imagine why she might avoid someone, however, and it makes her wonder- could the Cylons have more in common with Exos than she thought? It's not something Adia can answer, though - not something she can even ask without confessing things that won't help either of them.

"That's the cowardly way, though," she says, vocaliser running while her mind is half elsewhere. Who's mouthy now? "And Caspar wasn't a coward. Do models share base personality traits?"