Sinclair only nodded in receipt of the remote accessing confirmation. Whether or not she had been privileged enough to be made aware of that by now was ambiguous.
The entire Caprican fleet, however... Not a single exchange. That was new. The colour perceptibly drained from Sinclair's face as a result and she swallowed.
"We'll have increase the range of our fighter screens," she offered, solemnly. "Whatever they have, giving them the distance to use it isn't an option... Even if we see Vipers going out of control, it'll give us enough warning. Not the type I'd like, but... It's something."
With as many colonies and ships down as there were, this was already a war of attrition, after all. Sinclair knew that much. Backs were already up against walls. Looking either side, she clenched jaw. Battlestars were busy creatures - and even more so on the inside.
"If I may, I'd feel easier talking about Stonewall somewhere private. Not that anyone here's exactly chrome-plated, I just... Think it's better not to give false hope."