"I, Sharon Agathon, do now pledge my faith and my loyalty to the protection of the Twelve Colonies of Kobol, and will carry out the lawful orders of my superiors as an officer in the Colonial Fleet."

WHAT? That's AWESOME! Adama congratulates Sharon on her commission. He is so far ahead of the curve with this shit: the Cylons have been trying everything they can to swallow humanity whole since before the Armistice; it's about time he started biting back. Become the enemy, make them into your image, until nobody knows the difference anymore.

Sharon and Helo stand alone, holding each other, in their matching uniforms. She's still kind of agog. "You know what this means to me?" Helo tells her how one of the first things you learn in the Academy is that symbols matter: uniforms, flags, banners, even mascots. "They're like pieces of your heart you can look at." He looks her in the eye and tells her the uniform means a lot to him. "I know it does, Helo. It means a lot to me too. I won't betray it." Aww.

They kiss, but you have to fill in the blanks, which goes something like, "... Until I find out they stole our baby and told us it was dead -- moments after I narrowly missed a forced abortion -- and the deposed president has been living off our baby's blood ever since like some fracked-up vampire. Because at that point I will kill each and every one of you bitches." And she'll be right, too, and I will cheer her on.

As the crew clears her Raptor for flight, she asks permission to ask Adama another intense question: "How do you really know that you can trust me?" He looks at her evenly: "I don't. That's what trust is. Good hunting, Lieutenant." She salutes' Bill and Helo salute back, the two men that love her best in the world. I am so, so scared about this baby thing now! I can't stop thinking about it!

Cavil touches Ellen's leg on their gross couch where they do it, and he says that last time was really something, and she smiles sexily. "Thought you might like that." He notes that she "didn't do the twist this time," and she shakes her head: "No, this was the swirl." Things I Don't Need In My Head, take one billion. Well, Cavil wanted something "memorable," she giggles, and out of nowhere he asks after Saul. She freezes. "Fine?" And when, pray tell, is his next meeting with the insurgents? Ellen's freaked and doesn't reply. "... Why do you think she left him out of detention." She gets her shit together and becomes awesome again, grinning and shimmying at him: "I thought it was because of the twist." That too, he admits, but "having him out there gives us advantages... " She tells him straight up she doesn't know anything about anything, and he asks if they can't just consider her denials as read and move on: "I want a specific place and time for a high-level meeting of the leadership. Or we'll pick up Saul again, and this time he'll lose more than an eye." Ellen realizes how fucked she actually is.