She sips her beer and listens to him talk. Woman troubles, she should have guessed.
He's completely torn, and she bites her lip. He adores this woman, whoever she is. She can see it in the way he talks about her, even when he's angry.
"Wow, there's a lot of issues there," she says.
"I know how it can be to love someone when they're hurting and don't want to let you help them," she says. "My boyfriend can get like that, won't open up, can drive me crazy. He's terrified of the 'l' word, too. Not that scared, though. I can't believe she married someone else," she said, shaking her head. She reaches out and takes his hand.
"And okay, you lost me with the Cylon thing - I'm just your plain average girl from twentieth century Earth that knows nothin' about magic or time travel or any of that," she says. "Sorry."
"But hey, I'm here, just keep talking," she says. "I mean, if it's helping."
She took another sip of her beer.
"So it was a pretty bad argument?" she asks, sympathetically. "How bad?"