No? [He'd press, but this isn't a particularly good topic to explore in the midst of the dome going to hell. Very distressing.]
Thanks for doubting my unlikeability. [He hesitates, weighing the pros and cons of trusting her enough to say something more substantial. The situation in Kitty's universe doesn't seem that different, in some ways, from that in his own. Maybe she'll understand.] Things have been... complicated, lately. More than they were before. We knew who to fight when it was us against the cylons, but... [He runs a hand through his hair. It's hard to contextualize what he did when he has told her virtually nothing about what was going on.]
The cylons destroyed the twelve Colonies—our homes. Reduced a population of fifty billion to approximately forty-five thousand civilians, took the entire Colonial Fleet down to two battlestars. We ran for two years and found a planet to settle. They found us again and the occupation began. I didn't resign from my government position after they came... I thought I could help from the inside—help the human resistance—and I did, but no one knew. They didn't believe that I wasn't a willing cylon collaborator. No one believed me. They didn't have any reason to, really, and there were executions after we had to abandon the planet... [This is a lot of talking and he isn't sure that he's making much sense. Just trying to sketch out what happened is harder than it should be.] It's fine. [It's abundantly not fine.] It worked out. Pardons were issued, I was just recommissioned, right before I came here... but people don't forget. I was slipping the resistance information, some of them know that now, but what everyone remembers is me working for the enemy.
[He looks at Kitty expectantly. What he expects, he doesn't know. Maybe that all came out as insane rambling and she's just going to think that he's crazy.]