Tigh goes on glaring at Ellen until she affects a little-girl voice and asks if he's jealous. She insists that it was just harmless flirting, and offers Tigh a pull at the bottle of Ambrosia. He rejects it, so she gulps some down and kisses the tip of Tigh's nose. Tigh keeps on glaring, and wipes his nose, heh. Ellen whispers that she has to tell him something, and then claims that Adama put the moves on her during dinner. Tigh sounds nicely bored as he says that he not falling for her story. Ellen kind of sighs at that, and tries again, saying that Adama paid her a few visits over on the Rising Star. You have to admire her persistence. Ellen says that she'd pretend to be asleep, and Adama would come in and molest her. Tigh snaps, "Why are you doing this? You're lying!" Ellen shrieks, "Am not!" and shoves Tigh a couple of feet. She insists that Adama was on the Rising Star, and that she'll prove it. She barks, "Come on!" and, taking Tigh by the hand, stomps back up the corridor.

Lab. Baltar tells Adama that the Cylon test is science, not magic, so the results will take some time. While Apollo and the Prez lurk in the background, Adama grumbles, "I gave you her sample this morning." Baltar says that he started and stopped the test twice since then. Adama and Apollo both says, "Twice?" The Prez chirps, "My fault. Long story." Heh. She has to know that's not going to work. Sure enough, Adama turns on her and repeats, "Your fault?" Baltar quickly sighs that he shouldn't have mentioned that, and the Prez pointedly agrees. Adama asks for some clarification. Apollo turns back and forth to follow the conversation like it's a tennis match. The Prez says that she had "some concerns," and finally says that Adama's behavior lately has been odd. Adama advances on the Prez, asking if she thinks he's a Cylon. As Apollo makes another of his Muppet-y faces, the Prez mentions Adama's secret calls and mysterious trips off the Galactica. That doesn't help at all, of course, and Adama starts to shout, "Have you been spying on me on my own ship?" You know things are out of control when Baltar is the voice of reason. He urges everyone to remain calm by saying, "We're in a laboratory. There are hazardous chemical compounds everywhere." He gestures to a side of the room and says, "That's a thermonuclear bomb, for frack's sake." Okay, so he's not really practiced at urging people to stay calm. He tries making soothing hand-pat gestures instead, while Adama goes into a sulk.