He wasn't surprised when they told him he would be assigned an escort. As the (former) president's assistant, he couldn't very well be allowed to wander the Galactica freely. Besides, after discovering that one of their own had been a Cylon all along, he couldn't blame the crew of the Galactica for being particularly paranoid. (Most people didn't know about Boomer shooting Commander Adama, but Billy was good at his job, and doing that job required being able to find out that sort of thing.)
He was, however, surprised when he stepped off the shuttle and found Dee standing there, glaring in his direction. He wasn't sure if her anger was directed at him or just at the world in general, but he had never seen her look like this.
"Dee," he said tentatively. She might hate him now. She loved Adama, he knew, and she might blame President Roslin and by extension him for what had happened to the commander.
"Come on," she said without looking at him, and turned to head down the corridor. His heart sank; it seemed she did hate him.
He hurried after her. "Dee. Look, I'm sorry about..." He wasn't sorry for standing by Roslin. She had been wrong to talk Starbuck into running to Caprica, but Adama had been wrong to stage a coup just for that. He was sorry for what had happened to Adama, but it was in no way his fault. "I didn't..." he stuttered. "I mean..." He didn't know what he meant, and he doubted there was anything he could say to make this better.
"Don't be," Dee snapped, not harshly, but like she had no patience for him.
"We didn't know—" he tried again, but she didn't let him finish.
"Nobody did. Will you drop it?"
"Sorry," he repeated, chagrined. His world was already falling apart for the second time in less than a year, and having Dee mad at him made it that much worse. He wished he could take this whole terrible week back, go back to Colonial Day when he'd been happy for a change instead of just okay.
Dee stopped walking so abruptly he almost ran into her. She turned at looked up at him sadly, and when she spoke, the edge was gone from her voice. "I'm sorry," she said. "It's not you. It's easier if I don't think about it."
He tried not to show how relieved he was to hear that. With so many other things wrong, it shouldn't make a difference whether or not Dee was mad at him, but he found himself wanting to smile for the first time all week.
He wanted to say something, but he didn't know what, and Dee didn't give him the time to think. "Come on," she said again, taking him by the hand to drag him along the corridor. She was all business again, but he noticed that she didn't let go of his hand.