Caprica lets him take the fish, only because a fight would probably mean that she splashes water on herself. Her fingers splay once they're free of receptacle, folding together to play on her bent knee.

She's conservative in tank top and jeans, although it's still an awful lot of skin to be showing in a professional environment. High heels dangle on her feet, hooked off her toes.

"They're usually in bigger tanks."

Her posture lists naturally aside. Hip jut, spine curve, head tilt.

"How did you get a fish? Emergency source of protein?"