A few minutes later, Baltar strolls down a corridor before stopping for his mid-afternoon panic attack. Six rubs his shoulders and then turns him around to insist, "So forceful, so decisive. Delivered with such élan." Heh. Baltar almost sadly tells her that God didn't speak to him. "I was totally lying. I just picked that spot at random." Six insists that God doesn't always speak in words. Baltar quietly moans, "So the fate of the entire human race depends upon my wild guess?" Six smiles. And then Baltar's standing alone in the corridor, with his arms folded, as some passing soldiers stare at him. There was some debate as to why Baltar didn't just say, "I don't know." I think it's partly because Baltar's not so good at saying that, and also because he knows that this is the fleet's only hope of refueling. If he says that he doesn't know, the plan's fucked, and they're probably going to wind up trying to colonize a planet and dying shortly thereafter. And no, it's not a terribly sane decision, but that's Baltar for you, so it doesn't bug me too much.

And now we're in the gym. There's a gym! They're really breaking out the new sets this week. Adama enters and approaches Starbuck, who's exercising her injured leg on a weight machine. He asks how it's going. Starbuck insists that she'll be ready for the attack. Adama kicks in the, um, thingy that holds the weights up, and calmly says that Apollo's going to lead the attack, because Starbuck's grounded. In the sense that she can't fly, not in the sense that she's going to her room without any supper because of her lousy attitude. Although I'd support that, too. Starbuck whines that she's the bestest pilot in the whole wide world. Adama says, "Not right now." Heh. He says that her knee won't be able to take the G-force stress of combat flight. Starbuck nuh-uhs. Adama yuh-huhs. He slides more weights onto the bar, claiming that he's matching the amount of force it takes to operate the pedals on a Viper. Starbuck huffs and straightens her knee, lifting the weight. Adama adds even more weight as he narrates, "Now you're on your attack run. They've launched their missiles, so you gotta jam that pedal into the firewall and hold a 6 G turn for ten seconds, or you die." Starbuck's leg quivers, but she holds the weights up. Adama starts to count down from ten. Starbuck looks pissed, probably because she'd already been holding the full weight for several seconds before Adama started counting. When Adama gets to four, Starbuck's leg buckles. Adama says, "This was only three G's, Starbuck, not six." Oh. Okay, I guess cheating on the count doesn't matter then. Adama tells her that he's sorry, but that she's not going to be flying.