Meanwhile, Raiders are swarming around Gaius's basestar, and inside a Centurion steps out of the room with all the deference a nine-foot chrome CGI robot can muster, to allow Three to enter. In a white Marilyn dress, looking FLY. "How are you, Gaius?" Still alive, he grumps. She grins secretively and hands him some pills, then sits down near him on the whore couch. He stands up pissily. "You'll have to excuse me, I'm slightly confused. How long have I been here exactly?" Three days. "So it's taken you three days to remember where I was?" As he takes the pills, Three tries to explain. "No one's forgotten you, Gaius. It's just there's been some controversy about whether or not you should've been let on board or not." He hisses that his value is unquestionable, and she writhes on his couch awesomely: "There'll always be a question. You are a human." Gaius falls into his usual trap of thinking he has a pot to piss in. "Now look, I helped you! I gave you Sharon's child." Three's like, word -- and thanks -- but also what I just said. "The child's rescue did weigh in your favor." (Briefly: that word "rescue" just clicked. The kid's half-Cylon. You tell me the moral difference between Laura Roslin kidnapping Hera and hiding her on New Caprica, and what Three's done here. Just because A is an asshole doesn't mean B is blameless, and I'm seeing a lot of that around these parts lately.) "However, the vote's deadlocked. Three in favor of your being allowed to stay, and three against. With one model still undecided." She practically winks at him, inappropriately: "The fact is, the decision rests with the Sixes." She watches for his reaction, which is decidedly: vomit-y.
Episode Report CardJacob Clifton: A | 1340 USERS: B-
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