Date: 2008-01-30 04:31 pm (UTC)
Starbuck didn't really know that particular historic phrase, but she was fairly sure she got the picture, and it made her laugh. "I'm not so good at that. He was lucky I didn't hit him, actually. I've sort of got a record in that regard." More like a tradition of it. Sometimes she wished Tigh was there just so she could punch him every now and again.

She inhaled smoke, then shook her head as she poured herself another glass, indicating that she didn't mind. She wasn't sure if that was true or not, but her tongue was getting looser from the burn of alcohol. "She claims she didn't. Apparently they've got 'sleeper agents' within the fleet. Tried to shoot herself in the head at one point. Didn't quite make it. Then she goes out on a mission, comes back, shoots the Old Man in the chest and gets all confused a second later like she doesn't know what she did." She hadn't been there when it happened, but she'd gotten filled in by more than one person. The story didn't get any better from different perspectives.
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