We return to octacam footage of Adama reading an octagonal magazine. It turns out that he, and Biers and her cameraman, are in a Raptor headed for the Galactica. Eventually, he closes the magazine (Caprican Life) and asks Racetrack where she got it. Racetrack says that the magazines were "left over from a civilian run," and apologetically says that she meant to throw them out. Adama insists, "Put 'em in a safe place. Hold onto 'em. There's a Sudoku puzzle in the back I want to try." Eventually he looks up at the octacam and confirms that Biers is filming all of this. Biers reminds him that she was told she'd have total access. Adama offers an amendment: "You start shooting anything that compromises the safety of this ship, and it'll be cut."
Galactica. Dualla leads Biers and the cameraman down a corridor, pointing out boring things like an oxygen recirc unit. We do at least learn that the cameraman's name is Bell, and he even gets a line.
Locker room. Starbuck pulls on a shirt as she gripes about working fifteen-hour rotations. Apollo is toweling himself off as he explains, "We're gonna be short on pilots till the rest of the fleet pulls the stick out of its collective fat ass." Starbuck sputters with laughter, and I think, "Wow, she is easily amused." Then, as she pulls on her second layer of shirts, she giggles, "More fallout from Tigh's moment of glory?" Oh, she was laughing about Tigh. That makes so much more sense. Apollo confirms that Starbuck heard about the threat against Tigh. She gets her faux-bad-ass on: "I just can't believe that I haven't been called in for questioning yet." Disappointingly, she doesn't put on yet another shirt as she says this. I was hoping that she'd be wearing a dozen layers by the end of the scene. Apollo reassures her that she was the prime suspect, but explains, "I told Tigh that you wouldn't know Caprican poetry if it was hot-soldered across your helmet." He snickers and walks away, still toweling, and Starbuck recites, "From the darkness you must fall, failed and weak, to darkness all." This is apparently an old poem by Kataris. Apollo looks impressed, but if it's common knowledge that Tigh was threatened using this very line of poetry, wouldn't people be talking about it and quoting it everywhere? Ah well. Starbuck asks, "Can I be a suspect yet? Please?" and Apollo giggles.