She took a breath. The needle didn't even look tempting, not now. She wanted the haze gone, she felt uneasy so weighed down by the drug. Another deep breath, and,

"You know, I never wanted any of this," she gestured around, making a sort of incorporating gesture that could have meant her life, the battlestar, or the entire universe. "All I was ever doing in the fleet was trying to figure out who I am. I still don't know, but what I mean is...I didn't know what I was getting myself into.

"If we're ever going to fly, you ought to know what I did. I totaled a Raptor, and it wasn't because of uncontrollable conditions. Before you ask, it wasn't 'cause of the drugs either." She fixed him with a glare, one that she hoped would show that she was being honest. For once.

"It was pilot error," she said simply. "I wasn't prepared for it. Honestly? I'm not a natural. You are, I can tell," she gave a halfhearted smile. "I'm jealous of that. I have to work really hard to make it look easy. I don't even know why I'm saying all this..."