Laura actually smiles as his degradation continues: chilling. There's a "funny" little Gaeta moment that's really heavily encoded where the Marine's hands searching his pants become Chip Six's hands, gently caressing. I don't have the time or the degree to explain that to you in all its dimensions, but being strip-searched by sexy buff Marines in front of Laura Roslin, and all of a sudden invisible and possibly not-real girlfriend is raising the dead? I don't know how to deal with all those issues at once, at least not since that one guy I dated in college. Life is short. "Don't bend to her, Gaius. Show her that she can't break you. Keep your dignity." He caresses her hands, which don't exist, bemidst the dude shaking him down...and pulls the pages out of his undies, as Figurski would say. As cocky as you can be with a George Constanza boner mid-Miranda, he flourishes them: "Perhaps you'll consider writing a blurb for the back cover." She gestures to the Marine to take the crotchy pages, and thanks him curtly, leaving. Left alone, Gaius leans against the wall sadly, and Six appears again. "It's all right, Gaius. Everything'll be okay." It will. I know it will. She leans her head against the wall, near his; he's alone.
Chief and Seelix take a shuttle to the refinery, where he meets up with Cabott, a worker he knows from some other time. They hail-fellow for awhile and then head around the factory for a tour. Cabott admits that Chief -- who's not terribly happy to hear it, right now -- is an enduring hero of the blue collar. The Man They Call Chief, if you will. Chief doesn't know how to deal with that, because his hands haven't been this dirty since the apocalypse. Not really. Chief looks down at the tylium stores and asks how many jumps are left: "We'd be lucky if we get out of the system," Cabott laughs. Chief makes a scared face, but asks for the rest of the tour. The mining operations are...if you asked my friends, people who know me, what my least favorite thing in the universe is, they would unequivocally say, "Any TV show or movie or story or anecdote about poor people. Especially in factories. Especially politically active." Not pretty, but there it is. Those movies piss me off. And yet. These people are working, grimy and tired-looking; there are sparks near dirty hands, movement along the line, young men and women, the very old, people soldering. It's a big operation. Cabott laughs that Chief should see it when it's "up and running": "Loud as an A-bomb, just about as safe." Nice.