Roslin explains that, "across the Fleet, people are reporting shortages of essential goods" and that "what they do get comes at a high price." Adama and Fisk realize that she's talking about the black market, and Fisk makes a great "Duh, really?" face. Roslin relates the personally tragic story about how an aide got pneumonia and Billy had to trade liquor for antibiotics. Fisk pops another delicious, juicy grape and bottom-lines it: "It's the nature of the beast. People want what they want." I appreciate the irony of him tossing this off while rolling around indolently in the lap of luxury, but this actually does a greater disservice to the very concerned President and Admiral, because the effect created is that they're being incredibly disingenuous. Any other week, I'd say that was on purpose -- but here? Anyhow, Roslin gets the barter system, thanks, but she's talking about "criminals making outrageous demands on the people," and so she wants to create a new Fleet-wide trade policy: "We need to be in control of our supply chain, not black-market thugs." That's the whole of the trade policy, as far as we'll ever know. She asks for military support, and Fisk -- again not getting any other concepts beyond "civilians suck and are for shooting" -- is proud to offer the Pegasus's support in blowing "these dogs" to hell. God, he's the new Tigh. Adama ignores him, offers his unconditional help, and says it's good to have Roslin back. She smiles gorgeously and says it's good to be back. Dismissed, Gaius and Fisk stand and look at each other incredibly sketchily.