"Caprica!" She fake-giggles, or gestures toward the act of giggling: "...Oh, that's funny, I don't... I don't think I've ever called you a name before." Caprica, whose pregnancy has now been threatened twice in one day and who has never gotten anything but total bullshit from Laura as long as she's known her, manages to pull it together and respond in kind: "Oh, I think you probably called me some names." Girl, you're new here. You don't even know about the forced abortions and fetal cell thievery. Laura's casual racism -- which she's obviously getting over, obviously -- is nothing compared to the crap she put the last pregnant Cylon through.
Laura laughs, realizing this won't be easy. Choosing her words more and more carefully: "Uh, I haven't had the chance... Well, no. I haven't taken the opportunity to congratulate you, and the baby..." She looks down and asks if Caprica's okay, between Ellen coming back, and having to beat up an entire cult this morning, and all that crap. What would be awesome is if her awesome icebreakers were even more fucked up, like, "Oh, and I'm so glad I finally decided to let you out of jail once Earth was a total shithole and nothing mattered anymore. Way to go on that one!" Or, "Hey, so we're both dying, thanks to Natalie. Now you'll see how the other half lives, huh? Before you die, I mean!" Or, "Sorry I spray-painted WHOREBAG on all the pictures of you down on New Caprica. Yeah, that was me. Guess we both know what it's like to get fucked by Gaius Baltar, huh? So how are things?"
She apologizes to Caprica for the attack -- "on behalf of the Fleet" -- and Caprica's like, "Your ass is going to follow me down this corridor all the way to Saul's quarters, isn't it? WTF do you want so I can give it to you and this gross charade can be over because listen, I am having a motherfucker of a day and the last thing I need is some backslapping fake-ass Laura Bush tea and crumpets right now. Go make more spooky backroom deals with Lee Adama and leave me out of it."