Dualla tells Adama that the Prez is on the phone. Adama answers, and listens as the Prez offers her condolences on the loss of Starbuck. Adama calmly tells the Prez that she's been misinformed: "We don't know if Starbuck's dead." He explains again that Starbuck could have a reserve supply of oxygen, and says that they'll keep looking "as long as there's a chance she may be alive." The Prez asks how long that will be. Adama says that's a military decision, thanks the Prez for her concern, and hangs up.

Starbuck apparently really would rather talk than breathe, since she's still chattering away with a giant air-tube in her mouth. She explains that she'll have to seal up the hole in the hull, and then figure out how to fly the ship. Well, honestly, I would have guessed that without her narration. Then she takes a hunk of blubber, wraps it up in her flight jacket, and squishes the wad into the hole. The whistling sound of the wind stops. She squirms around a bit, then lets the air-tube pop out of her mouth and just blow toward her face, since the ship is sealed. After a minute she sniffs and announces, "One of us needs a bath."

CIC. Apollo is going over their "mosaic" with Adama, when Dualla reports that the Prez's shuttle is requesting permission to land. Adama asks why nobody told him that the Prez was en route, and Dualla says that nobody knew about it. At a look from his father, Apollo says, "I didn't know she was coming." Adama tells Dualla, "Have Colonel Tigh meet her at the airlock and bring her to my quarters, please." He and Apollo head out.

Starbuck expositions the four Aristotelian unities of flight: "Power, pitch, yaw, and roll." Now if she can just find any of those things on the Raider. She looks around at the bits of blubber and finds something lever-like encased in slime. Yeah, I don't know. Once we knew there was a giant blubbery brain that was part of the ship, I sort of figured she would have to fly it by, like, turning her flashlight into a tiny electric prod and zapping various bits like it's a dissected frog. The idea that there's a cyborg brain, attached to cyborg muscles that have to actually yank on levers in order to operate the ship...I'm having trouble with it. Oh well. Starbuck pulls the lever gently, and we see the Raider's guns blast away at the defenseless moon. Starbuck looks shocked as she gasps, "Safety tip #1: don't touch that."