[He shrugs.] Well, I don't have anything important... [He lifts a hand to his own sternum, curiously touching the spot where the amulet Dean gave him is hidden beneath his own shirt. The apologetic smirk comes a second later -- all right, it's probably not a surprise to Dean that Felix doesn't think this is especially important, but he probably shouldn't have admitted that out loud.] I do wear this, though. Just like you wanted.

Otherwise... [He glances himself over, pursing his lips thoughtfully.] I don't know. I guess I usually wear... [He pulls back, suddenly, to look down at his watch. It's true, too: he takes it off to sleep, it's not sacred to him, but he does wear it very nearly all the time unless he has compelling reason not to. It's the only holdover from Galactica he does wear. He even keeps it wound and checks it regularly. There's something comforting about always knowing the time, even here.] How do I tell?