Starbuck heads for her bunk in the Pilots' barracks and is attacked by a small adorable blonde missile shouting her name. "Kara, Kara!" She stares down at Kacey as the girl's mother approaches. "Captain Thrace? I'm sorry, don't you remember me? I'm Julia [Prynne? That would be funny. Sounds more like Brenham, though.] I'm Kacey's mom." Starbuck remembers. Kacey demands a hug from Starbuck, who looks like she's about to pass out, as Julia explains that they've been living in "Camp Oilslick," the refugee camp on the hangar deck. "Kacey's been asking to see you for days. I sent messages. I thought you know, maybe you'd come for a visit... " Starbuck keeps her voice level, for Kacey's sake, but she doesn't drop Julia's eyes. "You seem like a really nice person, so I'm gonna be honest with you. The last thing I need is a two-year-old friend. And Kacey sure as hell does not need me in her life, so do us both a favor and do not bring her around here again, okay?" She picks the girl up, her one-time daughter, one-time savior, and puts her tenderly but firmly in Julia's arms. "Go to your mom, Kase." Julia stares for a second, taken aback and hurt, and her mouth forms a thin line. "Sure. Sorry, don't let us keep you up." She hurries out of the barracks, comforting Kacey -- who, as usual, is taking some shit in stride -- and murmuring to herself: "Sorry, honey, we gotta go." Awkward. Starbuck throws herself onto her bunk and stares, up, at nothing.