Adama gives Tikki a smile. With a brief motion of his hand he directs her 
gaze to certain items on his table, a pack of Dannemann Lonja cigarros and a mug of something that smells like 
cider. The cigarros are no surprise. Adama’s been supplying those in abundance
since her first job for him. She wonders where he got the cider. Her favorite 
beverage is not too common. She slips the cigarros into her jacket pocket, sips 
the cider, then puts the mug down.