Boomer, back in her cell, looks across the corridor at herself in the mirror, hands on her belly. Behind the mirror glass, still in her wheelchair, Roslin watches her, looking at Boomer's body, and the tiny life inside that she now owes, and with which she's now intimately connected. She's overcome with enormity, not smiling, not frowning, not weeping, not crying. Just thinking about the hugeness of this: she died. She came back to life. Is she still the "dying leader" that will lead them to salvation? Is she still worthy of her religious standing? Is she her own administration's worst enemy? Is she still human?
Gaius watches Jahee and his very centrally-focused luggage board the shuttle to Cloud Nine, conflicted but not terribly so, because he is infantile. A bit later, Jahee enters the wonderfully-appointed whorehouse suite of that woman from earlier, the beautiful blonde leader of the sympathizers in the glasses. He does this without knocking, startling her, which drives home once again the point that all his "I am not personally involved" stuff was not just the obvious political white lie that it was, but pretty creepy too. "The President assured me that as long as there are no further acts of violence, she's willing to bring our concerns to the Quorum, and Admiral Adama." Demand Peace lady is fairly exasperated by his civilian naïveté. "She's trying to buy time. She'll never be open to negotiating with the Cylons." She starts to massage the bridge of her nose, clearly full of headaches and manifestos. "I disagree. I think we've made real progress today, and so does the Vice President." That gets her attention. "Baltar?" He tells her that, just before Jahee left (I guess they let him go, no questions asked, after his deal with Roslin), Baltar met with him, and "encouraged patience while he works with Roslin from within." He also gave Jahee something special for her. He indicates his suitcase.
"What's in it?" she asks, and Jahee doesn't know. "He said that you should be the one to open it." She looks at it awhile, Jahee standing by. She kneels, slowly unzips the case, then jumps back, her hand flying to her mouth like Six always does when she's overwhelmed. Jahee wipes his mouth, scared, and the woman begins to smile. It's a very specific kind of smile that I've seen somewhere before. You know, Lois, if we took off those glasses -- they're the tiny almost-invisible-wire frames kind that you can barely even see on her face -- she'd look a little bit like Oh, MAN! It's totally GINA! Fooled again! They stare, her smile growing wider and wider, and we focus on the contents of the case: it's the nuclear device from Baltar's lab. Also known as the Cylon Militant equivalent of chocolates and flowers and a card with a cute little dog on the front saying, "Roses are red / Celibacy makes me antsy / Your issues are legitimate / Sorry I got handsy."