Dorm Roof, Friday Early Evening

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Flight workshop had been . . . well, fun in a nerve-wracking kind of way, if more than slightly exhausting, and Anders always felt a little bruised and cramped after spending time in the simulator cockpit. Something about being part of a battle against a droid army bothered him, though -- more than it should have, given he hadn't been alive during the Cylon War and the toasters had long since disappeared for their own part of space.

He'd dropped by to check in on Mac, which had taken his mind off of the whole droid thing for a little while, but hadn't completely banished his apparent need to brood.

Thus, quality roof time, complete with cigarettes. Seemed like the thing to do.

[OOC: 'tis roof-ily open, indeed.]