"Welcome back among the living, Madame President."


"The Admiral is nearly as stubborn as you. He refused to let you go, literally. At one point he was holding your hand so hard his knuckles turned white."



"Tightly, not hard."

"Guess you're feeling better then."

"Much. Thank you."

"Thank the Admiral. He made the final decision."

"Hmm. He really didn't want to work with Dr. Baltar."

"Yeah, I'm sure that's why. Now I have other patients besides you."

Laura smiled as Dr. Cottle grumbled something about two fools. She wasn't a fool, but she kept her feelings inside.