In the training room, Lee checks his weight on the scales, and as they balance, we pull out and see that Lee has become possibly even more buff than before. Maybe Roslin gave him some kind of stem cell-derived weight loss drugs or something. Helo stands with him, doing his usual wonderful Helo magic spells: "That's it. See? See, I told you you could do it. You did great!" Lee shakes his head, grinning: "Remind me never to let that happen again." Helo smirks -- "You got it, Slim" -- but he's serious. "Ever."
Roslin, Adama, and Gaeta meet in the Galactica war room. Gaeta tells them he's been putting together Gaius's work on the path of the Thirteenth Tribe's journey to Earth. He catches himself saying "President Baltar," but quickly and ham-fistedly corrects himself. Roslin's exposition infection kicks in, in a major way. "I'm curious, Mr. Gaeta. What is it that you trust about Dr. Baltar's research? How do you know it's not another one of his lies?" Gaeta calls their attention to Gaius's "extraordinary capacity for self-preservation" and assures them that he would have worked hard on getting to Earth if that was where he wanted to be. Baltar's self-obsession being as much of a given as gravity and photosynthesis, they are immediately convinced. Gaeta explains that Gaius was apparently correlating the Fleet's own "astrometric readings," the map of constellations from Kobol, and the Scrolls of Pythia. Adama is thrown by that last, but you know Roslin's down: "Pythia is supposed to have chronicled the original journey of the Thirteenth Tribe on its way to Earth." (Pause: She what? She was an Oracle. She didn't have to go with them or come back to Kobol in order to do a bunch of drugs and imagine their journey, and/or get received wisdom from the heavens. She could chronicle all kinds of shit just sitting on her oracular couch eating caramels.)
Gaeta quotes one passage in particular: "And the caravan of the heavens was watched over by a great lion with a mighty blinking eye... " and Adama finishes: "... red and blue." Gaeta's like, "Exactly!" But it's been a while since Adama had to pretend scripture was a valid way to live your life or lead the Fleet or lie about in order to impose a provisional sense of order in humanity: "Exactly what? You're looking for a lion's head?" Roslin grins sweetly at him across the table: "With a mighty blinking eye." Adama's like, "And it's... blinking." They blink at each other, and Roslin -- kind of sheepishly, considering her bizarre history with Pythia -- lowers her eyes: "Well, they're Scrolls. They speak in metaphors?" Gaeta's feeling them both. "Initially I thought the doctor might be off his meds as well, sir? But then I found this note here, where he had written blinking equals pulsar." He exposits for us idiots, using Roslin -- the former secretary of Education for twelve planets, mind you -- who doesn't know what a pulsar is: "They're the rotating cores of dead stars, they emit a blast of radio waves." So from a distance, they'd appear to blink. "Right," he nods. "The doctor found two in very close mutual orbit within this sector. Uh, the spectrographic readings that I found show one will appear to be red, and one will appear to be blue." Red team, blue team: dead stars, whittled to their core; giving off radiation in space, whirling and confused. "Now...these pulsars appear to be in this nebula. We have never had a direct look at this area. But it is possible, with a couple of eyeballs out there, they might look at the nebula and see... " Adama nods. "A giant lion's head." As though this is the first time they've gone haring off based on little-to-no sound evidence that Pythia wasn't just a sad old saint of the apocalypse on drugs, Roslin quirks her mouth and looks at Adama. "Well, it looks like this is the best thing we've got going." She smiles brightly and beautifully: "So unless you object, Admiral, I suggest we go lion hunting." Always a good idea.