Meanwhile, Lee is just hopping mad about Skulls and Racetrack, but Kara's more blasÃ© about it, because Racetrack's barely ever had a personality beyond being bitter and angry about anything anyway, and there are a million reasons you would be a part of this. Some of them might not even have anything to do with an unrequited crush at all, although Racetrack's always had a thing for Helo. They discuss how the hangar deck is obviously just like comms, intended to isolate the ship so they can take CIC. "Zarek played me just right," Lee whines. Is that really part of the story, that Tom herded Lee off Colonial One and over to Galactica? I guess I can buy that. Lee despairs that Zarek's new buddies have Vipers, Raptors, gun batteries at the ready, and dips into being a little bit of an American't before Kara slaps him out of it with a big old sloppy kiss on the mouth:
"Right now all we can count on is you and me. Take a breath, Lee. Feels good being alive, doesn't it?" He's sort of bemused and adoring, and asks WTF is going on with her now. "Feeling right for the first time in weeks!" Lee acknowledges that she's adorable, but reminds her that there is shit happening. "Okay, Kara: My Dad. Where is he?" CIC, she says, and hands him a gun; at least when it started he was on CIC. Thinking that's somewhat protected -- since they don't and can't know that this is all Felix -- and knowing Bill will wreck shop on anybody he can find, they head out looking for other half of the tyrannical dominant paradigm: the President, who is literally in bed with the Admiral at this point in their lives.