Starbuck nodded, arms draped around Una's neck. "She's got friends she goes to when she gets on my nerves. I hear they spoil her rotten." She figured it was good for the dog. She had a funny independent streak in her. Gods knew where it came from.

"Anyway, it's not so bad here as it is on Galactica. You have to lock other people out of their bunks to get privacy there, and then they usually come banging on the door just to piss you off. Or you have to tough it out behind a curtain with everyone in the room, and be very," she put a finger to her lips and leaned closer, "very," and closer, "quiet." She brought their foreheads together, smiling.