Last spark from the ashes

Adia tries not to smile, but there is something comical about Blaze shaking the little alien off the beacon only to help him back to his feet. She keeps an eye on them while Blaze talks, watching them sort through what looks like a pile of garbage. "I haven't seen the crows, no. They're clever birds... smarter than pigeons, anyway." She points at the beacon. "Is that what that is? What does it do?"

"Oh... no, I'm fine." She feels the wind blow through her hair as if on cue, pleasant and not at all chilly. "It's nice. Less stuffy than the humidity on New Caprica." She assumes it's been a very mild winter in the Nexus, and silently thanks Reynard for taking it easy so far.

Adia is a little surprised when Blaze's attention drifts. Her non sequitur about Caspar only enforces that surprise, and it's a moment or two before she answers. "Well... in theory. I don't know how much of that is them hiding their individuality from us. But... well, I only know Julia well, but I've heard that most of the Sixes are rather pious. The Eights are hard workers, and the Fours tend to be doctors." She frowns to herself and adds, "I've yet to see a Five who looks like he wants to be on New Caprica."