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[callsignhusker]

It's not the first time Adama's found himself in Milliways since he and Hektor spoke; it's the first time he's approached the bar.

It's a surprise, therefore, when a wooden figure appears, with a note attached (the four corners of the paper have been clipped

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[forced_pilgrim]

There are people in Milliways who carry themselves with strength and quiet dignity. And on the other end of the spectrum, there's Monkey.

Monkey has gotten tired of being small, and is now back to being merely short, a shuffly four foot high long-tailed ape in a saffron robe, meandering around the bar.

He stops to peer at the statue with bloodshot eyes, and while he's been told repeatedly by Tripitaka that we look with our eyes, and not with our hands, he's a monkey, and it's worth keeping an eye on him.

[callsignhusker]

Adama does.

Both of them.

He doesn't do anything else -- just watches, closely.

[forced_pilgrim]

Monkey chatters noisily to himself more or less at will; he does so now, as he looks over the statue. "What is it?"

His instinct is to extend a long black finger and prod it, but after enough repititions, even "don't poke the Buddha," sinks in.

[callsignhusker]

"A representation of a god from my world," Adama says, even.

Any trace of what the hell, a four-foot talking monkey is invisible in speech, posture, expression.

[river_meimei]

River hurried out of the staff corridor a short while ago, spoke briefly with a young man with flopping dark hair, and disappeared back down the corridor with him. Adama may or may not have been here for that; he may or may not have noticed them if he was.

She reappears now, though, a slim young woman with a distracted air, and this time she's not hurrying. She casts quick glances back at the hallway as she goes, and her small face is tight.

She halts suddenly a few feet from Adama's table, staring at something on the ground. (There's nothing there but floor.) After a moment, her eyes flick to him.

[callsignhusker]

Adama's gaze is direct and steady, but not unfriendly.

[river_meimei]

River regards him in return. There's something poised about her, like an animal ready for flight at any moment, but her hand settles delicately onto the back of an empty chair.

Her mouth opens slightly; it's a few seconds before she says, "It doesn't mean what he thinks."

[callsignhusker]

"Excuse me?"

His voice is low, graveled; it's still a request for clarification, and a polite one. Bill Adama takes his time when he speaks -- never quickly, always with deliberation.

[prototype_karr]

Adama might take particular notice of one patron that's making his way through the room. There's a car moving about, but what's really strange is the fact that there's no one in the driver's seat.

And possibly even more attention getting is the fact that there's a scanner perched on the car's prow. It's not red, but it definitely moves in a very familiar sweeping pattern as the Trans Am prowls the bar. KARR continues making his way through the bar, happening to head in Adama's direction.

[callsignhusker]

It's not a model that Adama knows.

The pattern, however, is familiar.

His head rises.

No visible weapons systems. Then again, Centurion models don't have visible systems -- not until they reveal them.

Adama isn't wearing his sidearm. It wouldn't do him much good against a Centurion anyhow, much less something as big as that.

Shooting first and asking questions later isn't even on the table; Adama isn't inclined to that, anyhow. He's still unarmed. And he's still in a place where there's no guarantee that Lee or Kara could find out what happened to him, and take word back.

And if he dies here --

Without a word Adama moves from his chair, looking straight ahead, seemingly taking no notice of the vehicle, and makes it to and through the front door.