Starbuck has opened a little kit of some kind, and is wrapping yellow tape around her knee. That done, she pulls out a gizmo that I feel comfortable assuming is a radio. And then she looks at it with disgust and throws it away. So I guess it was broken in all the tumbling. She checks her oxygen: 3/4ths of a tank left. Then she pulls out a little dipstick-type thing, and pulls a tube out of it. The tube is bright green at first, then quickly turns red. I'm really pleased at how this is all done without her expositioning things like, "Alas, the stick is red, which means I cannot breathe this atmosphere." So naturally, this is when she starts talking to herself. Oh well. Starbuck mutters that she needs to get to higher ground, so that she can be spotted. I guess that would be hard to convey nonverbally, so I'll give them a pass on that one.
Apollo is flying over the moon's surface, and the ship is shuddering in turbulence. He tells the Galactica, "We are being bounced around like beach balls down here." The closed captions say "passed around like beach balls." I think the captioner must play some very dull games. ["Maybe the captioner just thinks bouncing a ball is too advanced for Apollo." -- Wing Chun] He mentions the poor visibility, and then demonstrates the point by almost crashing into the side of a cliff.
Caprica. Day 15. In the fallout shelter, Boomer is in a hammock when she's awakened by the sound of Helo tuning his radio to various kinds of static, looking for this week's "Church of the Air." Helo says that he doesn't think there's anyone left. Boomer sleepily insists, "We can't be the only two people left in the world." Helo reports that his leg's better, and that they have enough anti-radiation meds for several months. Boomer agrees that it's time to go look for a ship, "unless you can think of a reason to stay." Helo admits that he doesn't want to go back out, saying, "I've almost started to think of this place as --" Boomer chimes in, "Home." Boomer starts to get up, but Helo tells her to sleep in: "Who knows when we'll find clean sheets again?" He says he's going to go make breakfast upstairs.
Heh. This bit's still funny. Helo drops some futuristic pop-tarts into a gorgeous art deco toaster that I covet. Although I'd never use it, since I don't really make a lot of toast, so I guess I'll just admire it from afar.