If Lee's honest with himself, law was something he'd considered a long time ago, before test pilot school, before the Fleet, before he'd joined the reserves, waiting for something better to come along. But it hadn't been an option back then, not when his father was Commander William Adama. A man wasn't a man until he wore the wings of a Viper pilot, and both Lee and his brother had had their futures written for them early on.

And after the attack on the colonies, doing anything that than piloting a Viper would have been turning his back on the oath he'd taken. There hadn't been a choice.

The bartender sets a full glass in front of Lee, and he thanks him before turning back to Molly.

"I guess I've always been interested in it," he says, "My grandfather was a defense attorney."

Lee thinks that he might want to make more of a difference than just that, eventually. People brought to Darrow against their will need some kind of representation, a say in their government. Maybe it won't be Lee himself, but he knows that he needs a better understanding of the city's laws and government before he can help make that happen.