Starbuck: "What is your problem, anyway?" It's not disingenuous, which I believe coming from her, because Apollo's problem is not her, his problem is everything but her, tied up in a Kara-shaped package with a confusion-colored bow. "What's my problem? What's my problem? Well Kara, my problem is you." Any time somebody talks that shit to you, take off. Free advice: if you're the "worst" or the "meanest" or the "entire problem" or the "entire" anything, the "best" or the "most beautiful" or "the only thing": run like hell, because that's them getting their personal stuff all over you, and you're not a real actual person in the world anymore, at least at that moment, because tyou've become a symbol to them, and there's no talking to people like that. Beware the superlative, dude: Jabberwocky's got nothing on that mother. Apollo: "You keep fracking up, and I keep having to clean it up..." Starbuck's so sad, becoming angrier, at the fiction of this, because in fact, Lee's talking out of his ass and like a child right now that can only remember the last ten minutes. She knows damn well she's a fuck-up, and usually she wants him to stay the hell out of it: "Poor Lee, your life is so hard, isn't it?" Which, call the baby a baby, yeah. "You mean, since I got shot," he returns. FOUL. Silence. Starbuck's devastated -- but the great thing about Apollo is that so is he, like he would like nothing better than to drop the whole act and just apologize right now, but the fight is having them. Starbuck turns to her locker, and Apollo stares, feeling terrible. She turns and considers him, leaning back insolently against the lockers. In the moment that she turned, she saw him starting at the floor, appalled and hurt, and she gets the whole story right then and says, "You wanna hear what I think happened to Buster, or not?" It's the second chapter in the longest mutual apology -- when in doubt, turn yourself into epic poetry -- in the history of the Colonies. Apollo's grateful.
The smashingly debonair Rescue Raptor Pilot Red Devil goes out searching for Buster and Shark and the rest, and picks up some staticky transmissions. "Buster, is that you? Buster, this is Red Devil, man. Is that you, buddy? Come back to me." Possibly Shark comes in clearer: "Power failure...oxygen's almost out...help us. For love of the Gods, help." Trap, clearly.