Adama and Roslin are walking down a corridor talking about how Pegasus has been resupplying Galactica from its own reserve, but that nothing has gone to the Fleet yet. Adama assures Roslin that Cain said those supplies were on their way, and Roslin snits, "Well, at least she's taking your phone calls. I can't even get her to answer mine." Because you less than matter. Roslin takes off her glasses, which means intimacy, denial and/or bad news, just like on Buffy: "How are you doing with all this?" Adama knows that Roslin's not going to get this, because nobody's brain is naturally military, because so much of it is counterintuitive and has to be beaten into you: "She outranks me. It's as simple as that." Roslin (well-performed, this part, getting at the point in the emotional arc not only of their scene, but also their post-"Home," renegotiated relationship) murmurs comfortingly, "If President Adar stepped off that Raptor, I'd be elated -- grateful to have someone take over." Adama smiles modestly, because he knows they're on a wavelength. "And yet," she pauses. Adama: "I don't go to the and yet part. I've been taking orders my entire career. This is no different." Roslin smiles, but she's still bummed about it. She turns to go back to Colonial One -- I bet Billy's at like a five right now, stresswise, considering he came to get her from Adama's quarters about fifty scenes ago -- and thanks Adama as a Commander: "We would appreciate all the help you can give us." There's that goddamn we again. It hurts.