Nerys' memory is catching up with her, now, with the bits of detail that she'd had from Finnick about where he'd come from. His world, if she's remembering right, makes the Occupation sound almost provincial in outlook. Or maybe it's just that the Cardassians, for all their faults, don't tend towards showy when it comes to their subjugation, even internally.

She knows what it's like to have everything you can't have shoved in your face...but she can't fathom how it must be to have a giant song-and-dance production made out of it all. Finnick would be more than allowed some bitterness, there, in her mind.

"So this bird is going to be...uh...a bit of a spectacle, once he's grown up?" she asks. "Forgive me, I've never seen one before, but he's already pretty shiny. It's hard to picture more..." She gestures vaguely in big circles, to indicate 'floof' or perhaps pomp.

If so, maybe that's why Finnick's been made this animal's caretaker. Some salt in the wound.