In the Galactica pilots' quarters, Kara and Anders are getting 'faced. They pound a shot, and laugh, and she starts pouring again, laughing without hysteria, laughing joyfully, bullying him into another shot: "Hey, hey, hey. Listen. You don't have to get me drunk. I will sleep with you, okay? I figure I owe you one, what with you saving me and all." They are the same person. Starbuck calls Anders a little slut, and he tells her to shut up, and they play kissing games, leaning back, jumping forward. They finally kiss. I feel like this is about to suck, and Lee Adama immediately enters. "Gods, I guess they'll let anybody in here these days," he says, geekily, embarrassingly, knowing he should turn and leave, unable to do so. Starbuck turns and sees Apollo, and jumps up gaily, running the length of the room to grab him. "Hey, hi," she whispers, overjoyed to see him after the rescue mission. He welcomes her back, and she offers to introduce him to "her man." Lee makes fun of her, the pissing on him, the territory, and she's down. "My personal property. Right, Sammy?" Anders grumbles, "Don't call me 'Sammy,'" and Kara leads Lee back to him, skipping: "Oh ho ho. How does it feel to be my personal property?" We get it. Anders is uncomfortable, but not sure why. "And before you answer...," she says, and kisses him again, Lee standing by. "He loves it," she murmurs, without looking away. He hums his assent. "I'll bet he does. I'm Lee, by the way," he says, extending his hand. Get the fuck out of there, mister! What are you doing? Kara giggles and pulls herself off Anders; he and Lee shake, and Anders offers Lee a shot. Get out of there, Lee. She's not done yet, and the way that I know that is that you are not crying yet.

"Lee," Kara giggles, "When are you gonna get yourself a girl?" Foul! Total foul! On many levels! He smiles and shakes it off and says he's doing fine, thanks. They do the shots. "You're not still frackin' Dualla, are you?" laughs Kara, cruelly. Even Anders is like, "Whoa, lady." "I mean, I'm not one to like, you know, lecture or anything -- because I'll do just about anything to get into the pants of some hot little young thing." Anders pulls her onto his lap, completely ignorant of the shitstorm in the exact center of which his so-called girlfriend has just placed him. It's easy to idealize when your whole life is about playing Pyramid and running from robots. Your asshole qualities kind of run second to survival and hot sex. I might feel worse for Anders than I even do Lee right now, just because he's a nice guy and has no idea about the baggage here. Even though he's drunk, the vibes are hardcore unmistakeable. "Is that all I am to you?" he asks, desperately trying to chill the situation, but Kara's not having it: "Yes. But you love it." He allows as how he doesn't "mind doing charity work," and they start mugging down hardcore, drunk and relieved and giddy. Lee makes his exit, about five minutes too late, as Anders and Starbuck murmur and whisper. At the sound of Lee closing the hatch, Starbuck looks up, having literally misplaced him in all the different kinds of game she was just running: "Where'd he go?" she laughs, Anders shrugs, he picks her up, she squeals, they fuck.