Kestra was sent back to the brig as soon as Cottle was confident that her concussion was no longer an immediate danger to her. She received no visitors for weeks except a young woman who would occasionally watch her for a few moments before leaving. She assumed that Lee had something to do with the young woman's behavior. He had not returned since his abrupt exit in sickbay, and the woman had begun showing up the day after that conversation. She appreciated Lee's effort to have someone look after her despite the reluctance with which the young woman seemed to do it. She missed Lee, not just because she felt safer with him on the ship, but she missed his company. Sitting alone in her jail cell every day was wearing on her nerves. Today, however, her loneliness was relieved. The door opened and the guards shoved a man into the cell next to Kestra's. She looked over at the man. He was staring at the door angrily and shouting about not being silenced. She had a feeling he hadn't noticed her. She simply watched as he stalked around his cell. He kicked his foot at the air and muttered, then began looking around the room. He seemed shocked when he noticed there was another person in the cell beside him. He eyed her warily, but then his eyes went wide.
"Are you a cylon?" he asked in awe. Kestra rolled her eyes and flopped onto her cot. The people in this society really had one track minds. He approached the bars between their cells. "We'd heard they were holding a cylon on Galactica," he continued. When she didn't respond, he continued more frantically. "We're on your side. We want to help you," he insisted. This caught her attention, and turned over so that she was facing him. "We can get you out of here," he insisted. She sat up at this invitation. He smiled at his apparent victory in reaching her. "Did Adama's men do that to you?" he asked, pointing to her injuries that were still healing. She touched her face where Thorne had kicked her. This man was offering her an escape on the assumption that she was a cylon. She hadn't seen a single person who sympathized with the cylons except the man who had visited Sharon in her cell. It felt like a trap, and leaving with this man would ruin the trust she had built with Lee. Still, she was intrigued by this man and his offer.
"Why would you want to help me?" she asked.
"There are some of us, a lot of us," he insisted, "who sympathize with the torture your people have been put through by the military. Our leader has explained to us the injustice of your being created by humans and then destroyed when you tried to act upon your own free will." Kestra raised an eyebrow at this logic. It made sense to her, but there had to be more factors.
"Yes, but how long ago was that?" she asked. The man's brows furrowed.
"Time does not excuse the suppression of your race," he argued. Kestra laughed.
"No it doesn't, but these humans aren't the ones that built the cylons. They've only known the cylons as enemies," she reasoned. She waited for him to confirm her assumption about the human cylon relationship.
"True, we didn't create you, but it is our duty to make up for the mistakes of our ancestors," he said. Kestra nodded. She had been right that the cylons had attacked long before this generation of humans had been born.
"As far as I understand there has been hostility from both sides," she said.
"Yes, but the cylons have reason for their hostility. Why are you defending the humans?" he asked angrily, "I've never seen a cylon defend human barbarism."
"And I've never seen a human defend cylons," she replied. She raised an eyebrow at him, and he gasped.
"You're not a cylon," he said. She smiled. The man went into a fit of cursing himself and abruptly sat on his cot facing away from her. He refused to talk to her for the rest of his stay in the brig.