Anyhow. Tigh's watching Adama interrogating Jahee in the brig, and loving it. Jahee's going as suddenly nuts as he was last time we saw him, normal normal normal SCREAMING, about how this is only the beginning of what's in store, unless SOMEONE STARTS LISTENING! Adama just grabs him by the throat and commences to jigglin', and Tigh starts looking like he would make out with Adama right now if there were nobody around. It's hilarious. Adama explains that he will go ahead and interrogate the entirety of the civilian Fleet if necessary. Tigh fully licks his lips at this point. Having freaked out Jahee as much as possible, he exits, and Tigh follows after like a lovesick, rabid dog.
Meanwhile, Billy's giving Gaius the Colonial One tour, citing Roslin's desire to keep the transition as smooth as possible. He looks very sad, pretty bored, and rather put-upon. I love how there's a point to showing just how grossed out everybody is by twitchy Dr. Baltar. Gaius flips open a folder, which he's told contains pictures of suspected and known Cylon agents, and of course Six is on top of the pile. Billy points out the Whiteboard of Extinction: "That number means everything to her. Represents hope. That's our future." Gaius thinks quickly, and stands, babbling about how much of a drag it must be to be President of a dying race. Billy pulls out a letter Roslin wrote to Gaius: "It's tradition for outgoing Presidents to leave a letter for their successor. It's usually opened on the first day of the new term, but the next few days are likely to prove...hectic, so..." Poor Billy. What a horrible situation. "And now I have to work for a total maroon, on top of it? Dude, I hope I am a fucking Cylon." Gaius mealy-mouths that they should "just pray that she gets better," and Billy looks him right in the eye, level and hollow: "Let's." The phone rings and Billy answers it, then calls Gaius to the phone. The music gets severely worried, and my stomach actually drops, even though it's obvious she's going to be fine. But what if? The best show on TV is allowed to do shit like this, right? But surely they won't. Miracle cure! Miracle cure! "Yes. I understand. Thank you."
Gaius takes a shuttle to Cloud Nine, figuring something out in his scratch-paper sketches, and we see him enter a "luxury room" that was originally supposed to be in a bordello. There, he finds a skinny, scrappy-looking woman with a bunch of tattoos and a giant gun staring at him. "I was told I might meet an old friend here," he stutters, and another woman enters the room, smiling. "It's good to see you, Gaius." She's heartbreakingly beautiful, this girl. Spaghetti-strap t-shirt, very militant looking, and cool square glasses. She's blonde and striking and seems to be very, very tall. "So you've become a member of the peace movement?" She smiles. "Despite what you may think, I've always abhorred violence." Who is this mystery woman? If she's such an "old friend," how come we've never seen her before? She excuses the guard lady. I wonder if he's known all this time that his old friend is involved in the sympathizer movement? He really kept his damn cool, if so. "Do they have any idea," asks Baltar, "what you are?" She snorts. Even her snorting is sexy. "Of course not. Even their dedication has limits." She takes off her glasses oh, it's Gina!