Episode Report Card Jacob: A- | 1 USERS: B- YOU GRADE IT The Engine You've Built With Your Blood
By Jacob | Season 3 | Episode 16 | Aired on February 24, 2007
Privately, he tells her he's sorry she got bounced from flight training, and agrees with his wife that it sucks. "Truth is, we need you down here. You're the best avionics specialist we've got." Seelix is like, "This lemonade is delicious!" Figurski steps in all, "Plus she can fold a man's undies," and she totally jumps his ass, which takes me about 40% of the way to being where I need to be in order to care about Seelix, because it's awesome, and I hate Figurski both categorically and in particular right now. Chief peels her off his stupid ass and threatens to "pop [him] in the mouth [him]self," which I would dearly love to see, and sends everybody back to work before hauling Seelix back. I liked Kat, and I loved Kat's episode, and it seems weird to be setting Seelix up in the same exact thing Kat spent the last season going through, when Seelix has all this really intense and horrible backstory that we're ignoring, but I trust the process, I suppose. Her voice is mellifluous, so that's one thing that she has on poor Kat. "You do important work down here. Just as important as sitting in a cockpit," Chief Chiefs, and she tries to be nice about it: "Thanks, Chief. I gotta deliver some more important laundry." She's not even really scoring a point, just kind of bummed. (I invite you to imagine how Cally would act in this situation, for example.) She grabs her laundry and her clipboard and takes off; Chief feels bad and looks delicious and is thinky about everything.
Out in space, Racetrack is away and calling readings back to Galactica when she hears a bang, and she and Skulls both react. Things start to get effed up, and their voices climb similar ladders as they call out their exposition home. There's a fire in engine two, and they're drifting and about to blow.
It's calm on Colonial One : Tory putters around, Roslin writes a list of inalienable rights and checks off the ones she's aliened, and thinks about what she has to wear to get Bill to notice her, and what Sagittaron five-year-old she can force into tailoring it.
Out the window, Racetrack's Raptor drifts toward them, faster and faster as she gets closer. "Eject! Eject!" screams Racetrack, among a lot of other things, and I assume they do so. Her Raptor hurtles closer and closer to Laura's beautiful face.