When he sees the ceramic tablets set before them on the table, he does not immediately move to reach for either of them - after all, no rush. There is wine - Skellig could use more of it, actually.

Kirke is quick to notice and bring the pitcher back to the table - she tops off Cylon's cup first, but then moves to that of the guest to refill it, hands steadier this time (though her heart is still beating rapidly in her chest, seeing her contact out on the table - even if she cannot read it herself) as she performs her task.

"Now what exactly..." Skellig leans forward and pulls the tablets closer, for review. "Are the terms we are dealing with?" He is mostly speaking to himself, though Cylon can answer if he wants to.