Cut to Baltar leaning against a tree while Tyrol points something out to Crashdown. A little distance away from the missile launcher, there's a dradis dish. Tyrol figures, "They're building an anti-aircraft battery." Cally points out that there aren't any aircraft around, and Tyrol explains that the Galactica is going to be sending ships out to find them. Everyone looks fretful, but maybe not fretful enough to justify the sudden dramatic flourish on the soundtrack.
Hangar deck. Apollo strolls past and throws some exposition at Tigh, who's unable to pass it on before being tagged by Dualla. She gives Tigh a stack of paperwork and explains that the priority messages are on top. Tigh takes them while asking Apollo when the rescue team will head out. Then he asides, "Come on, Dee, these are all marked priority." Heh. Dualla apologizes that they came in that way, and Apollo says that they should be ready to go in ninety minutes. Tigh screams, "We've got men down on that fracking planet!" Crickets chirp as everyone stares at Tigh, and he tries to collect himself by resorting to yet another mention of the brig. Eventually, Tigh continues his pedeconference with Dualla, and confirms that the Quorum is in the Ward Room. Which almost rhymes. Almost. He asks, "Don't suppose you wanna do this for me?" Dualla calmly say that she's not much for public speaking. Heh.