Roslyn watched with curiosity. The woman - no teenager could be so self-possessed - was medium hight for a woman, less if her bootsoles were thick, with a mane of tawny gold hair done in a bun. That colour and crinkle curl could only be a gift of nature. Her deep green eyes were the perfect complement to porcelain skin marred only with freckles. She was young, pretty and her eyes never stopped moving. She moved like a kickboxer. She also wore a holster with a strange weapon in it on a utility belt and carried a bag with the strap slung across her chest between her breasts. She didn't look at all threatening.
She moved away from Captain Apollo and headed towards them, moving with no sign of discomfort. Her usual gravity couldn't be too dissimilar, then.
"Captain Reece, welcome on board the Battlestar Galactica. I'm Commander Adama."
"Thank you, Commander." Roslyn noted in passing that she saluted right-handed, but her palm faced out instead of down. She turned to the rest of them, the entirely clear helmet of her suit held under her left arm. The suit fabric was more like actual fabric than real suits, and seemed to be completely formfitting and very thin. It also had no visible air-tanks, and no controls or read-outs. There was no sign of a seal between helmet and neck, or gloves and arms, or boots and legs. Even her gloves looked no thicker than a pair of leather gloves. It was more like a body glove than a space suit.
"Captain Reece," Roslyn smiled and extended a hand. "I'm Laura Roslyn. President of the Colonies."
"I'm surprised I rate an immediate visit with the President," She smiled warily.
Roslyn realised, with a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, that this girl knew nothing about what had happened to the Colonies.
"Well, it's a long story," she said. "Would you like to change and come with us up to the bridge?"
"I'd love a chance to change," she said. "These suits are pretty and all that, but they're not very comfortable."
"There's a changing room through here for the female pilots," Lee Adama offered. "We were going to get changed now, but…"
"Oh, that'll be fine. Can you three give me just one minute?"
"Certainly," Commander Adama said. The strange young woman followed the departing pilots. "Impressions?" Adama asked.
"She's older than she looks," Roslyn said. "She's combat-trained," Tigh said. "Notice how she never stopped watching everyone around her?"
"I wonder where she keeps her air tanks," Roslyn said. "There's no room for them in that suit."
"I wonder what kind of civilisation sends a woman that young as their only ambassador," Adama said. "I wish I knew more about what we're dealing with."
"We know they beat Cylons," Roslyn said. "Let's take it from there. We could really use their protection."
"But why should they offer it?"
"Well, finding something to offer them would seem like my job, Commander."