Caprica had never been anywhere this arid — this dead. Not even Caprica City after the attacks looked like this. The air was thick with dust, and she had to keep herself from coughing on nearly each breath she took. Something about it made her believe it didn't always look this way, that once there was beauty and life here, animals and growing things.

She still wasn't comfortable with this — with any of it, the thought of being told that her entire life was a dream, the reality that she had very little choice but to cooperate for the time being. Being human... she hadn't even begun to process that yet. As much as she'd always wanted to understand what being human was like, she'd never wanted to give up what she was for it.

Wandering a little away from the main group, she noticed the man examining the outcroppings of glass. Drawing in a breath (and suppressing another fit of coughing as a result), she addressed him as she drew closer.

"What do you think caused it?"