She shrugged a little helplessly. "Didn't make things any better when one of our pilots turned out to be one. She was..." one of us. One of Adama's. My friend. "...a good kid. Until."

Starbuck snapped out of it a bit and took a cigarette* with a "thanks". She seemed to have finished her first glass, and started feeling a little tingle in the fingertips. "I had to deal with one of those ones who forgot he was working with people right before I came here. He was a piece of paranoid, neurotic work."

*((Because mah brayns had gone and I completely forgot that part last post. XD))