As she asked if he was a teetotaler Tra thought briefly about the last squadron party he had been to. The fuzzy images of Tra in a drinking contest with a Raptor pilot from the Colombia. It got somewhat unclear from there. He had woken up on Caprica beach half in and half out of the water still holding a bottle. Shaking his head he looked back to Jill. "I think I could manage a drink or two with Admiral Pierce. I hear he was a hell of a pilot in those mark ones." He said as he walked beside her.
Then a thought of something bad came to his mind. Looking over at Jill he tried to keep the smile on his face when he asked. "Is Admiral Cain going to be here this evening?"