Kat tries to speak their language -- violent, ugly, angry -- and defuse them, herd everybody back over to the same side; drag her foot across the salt on the floor. (The unbroken line of a house divided: I was right. It's tears.) "Yeah, it was a bitch on both sides. And it wasn't exactly easy coming up with a plan to save your sorry butts." While a stupid child would be able to recognize that she's being deliberately crude/flippant about it in order to get everybody over the hump that Saul just tossed in their path, we're talking about Starbuck here. Stupid children could do almost anything better than her right now. She takes her at her word. "You guys had it rough, huh? Hot showers, three squares a day. Viper jocks didn't even take a shot till you jumped into orbit." Helo calls, across the salt: "Hey. We all made sacrifices." "Is that so?" asks Tigh, sticking his nasty old self right in the middle of this, crowbarring the problem as wide open as he can, focusing on Helo, who keeps taking everything away. (Remember that friend you had in grade school that moved away that summer? Remember what a dick he was that whole week? Remember how he was just saying goodbye? Listen.) "While you were pinning wings on your Cylon girlfriend, our people were strapping homemade bombs to their chests. Doing whatever they could to take the bastards out. So forgive me if I don't get all misty over your sacrifices."