Tikki has heard the question before. Finding the man’s "Leandra" is the
primary objective of a night on the town. What he’s really talking about is
finding and then playing with a suitable female, one who fits his specs. It 
isn’t half as odd as it sounds, and the way Adama plays the game only enhances
Tikki’s estimation of him. He doesn’t simply look at the biffs strolling around,
he sizes them up, like a hunter. Not a hunter like Tikki, but a hunter all the 
same. The instincts are right there for her to see in his black marble eyes. 
Adama knows about predator and prey, killing and death. He knows that killing is 
sometimes essential and that death is an intrinsic part of life. He knows that 
humans use a word like murder because they lack the perspective of the 
hunter, not understanding what occurs between predator and prey in the final 
moment, when teeth meet flesh and the waters of life pour out steaming and red 
to stain the earth.