"Then how do you know?" Maybe there are more people from the Colonies Here, that know about Cylons.
She stops, as he crawls out of the water when she realises what his caginess means.
"Are there Cylons Here?" she asks, head spinning at the thought. She'd thought it was safe, thought Here was somewhere where she could live without the constant fear of attack.
She really wants her ambrosia, but she doesn't think her legs are working enough to swim over to it.