Jake had sometimes wondered that himself, what they were running for. Three years now they'd been stuck inside these metal boxes, and he hadn't set foot on a planet since Vulcan's final port call a month before the Colonies fell.
There had been no sign of a world capable of supporting life, and the Cylons kept coming.
"How often do you make it over here?" As a resident of the ship he imagined she made it up quite a bit.