There's an instant where Roslin blinks, caught off guard.

It passes.

"Free time? That's a luxury I don't really have."

Not any more, thanks to the Cylons.

And yet-- unwilling though she is to accept beneficience on the part of any artificial intelligence, Roslin's slowly beginning to believe that whatever this 'smart house' may be, it's not a Cylon as she understands the term.

"... I do enjoy reading, however."