Colton West (12:58:33 AM): He let go of her and took a step back, his eyes turning from questioning to an almost accusationary glare. "Alright Rose, you're not drunk and you're alot more subtle than that - so why don't you tell me what the frak is wrong?"

Rosie Shayl (1:03:51 AM): "Oh, so you think you know me now? Just because you frakked me?" She sat up, and immediately regretted it. The blood rushed from her head, leaving half a second of blackness before she regrouped to glare at the other pilot. "Women are complicated creatures, Lieutenant West. Keep that in mind when you cipher and judge them."

Colton West (1:05:04 AM): He smirked at her and gave her a dismissive glance as he crossed his arms over his chest, "And anything I should keep in mind when I frak them?"

Rosie Shayl (1:08:59 AM): It was like a punch to the nose. It wasn't as though she hadn't seen anyone else--an image of John swam into her mind amid the swirling confusion--but it still didn't feel good to hear such a thing. "You should keep in mind the definition of honesty," said Rosie, hypocritically. "See how that sits with you."

Colton West (1:13:43 AM): He leaned against the bulkhead, offering her a cool, confident smile. "Honesty?" The serpentine nature of his tone was clear. "Perhaps I'll be honest with Tarix or Sykes about your unique ability to regurgitate while still in the confines of your jock smock." He took a step forward, staring her right in the face. His arms uncrossed and he pointed at her angrily, "You listen to me Rose Shayl, and you listen good - I've never lied to you. Not once. If you had bothered to ask, or bothered to review the Simulation Software, you'd have known what was coming. Instead you let someone else do your job for you - and that, my dear Cupcake, gets you killed."

Rosie Shayl (1:19:34 AM): "And that..." Damn the words, they weren't coming. Her head felt fuzzy and disconnected, and she wanted desperately to be in control in these few moments. She wanted more than anything that Cole didn't know he had a leg up on her, that he didn't see the panic in her eyes. "And. You're right. I would have died out there." The sobs threatened the edge of her voice, but she held them back, with aid of Morpha. "I wasn't good enough. Maybe I'm not good enough. You're right. You're frakking right!" Her voice was an urgent whisper, and she was twisting the sheets on her rack into an awkward pretzel. "I want to be...I wish I was a better pilot, but I'm not. But frak ups like me are all we've got anymore. We can't all be perfect like you," she spat.

Colton West (1:23:52 AM): His expression softened and a ring of gentle laughter escaped, "Perfect like me?" He shook his head and took a step closer, "Sorry to break your illusions, Rose, but a 33-year-old Viper Pilot who's still a junior grade El Tee is anything but perfect." He got closer to the bed with another step, and moved to straighten her sheets out. "I know you want to be a better pilot. I know you're nervous, you're scared, and that you feel like the weight of the fleet is resting on those shoulders." He shrugged, as the moved to reposition her cover sheet, "That's the way it is now - the Cylons made it that way. Now, you can either train like hell and become a better pilot so you can make the toasters pay for forcing you to work so hard - or you can give up."
He reached for her hand, squeezing it reassuringly, "Choice is yours."