A few days after the mystery man's appearance, President Roslin and Commander Adama entered the brig. The man jumped up and greeted the president immediately. They discussed talking, and trust, and an end to sabotages aboard the ship. Kestra listened vaguely, but she was more interested in the fact that the president had appeared in a wheelchair. She looked weak. Being alone in the brig every day, Kestra was starved for information. Finding purpose in her everyday life was becoming more difficult by the day. The only intrigue she found day to day since Lee stopped coming was to try to decipher what went on in the ship outside her cell. Kestra was busy wondering what had happened to the president when Commander Adama addressed her. Kestra snapped out of her thoughts and noticed that some guards were leading the prisoner beside her out the door.

"Do you have to take all my company away?" she asked sarcastically. Adama frowned. "Fine, it's not like he was much of a talker anyway," she conceded and fell silent again. Roslin narrowed her eyes at her from her seat in her chair.

"You seem more talkative today," she commented dryly.

"A lot has happened since you were here last," Kestra replied in the same tone as she gestured to the bruises that were healing on her face. Her tone softened as she turned to Adama again. "Speaking of… um, has Lee been back?" she asked him almost shyly. Roslin's brows shot up, but Kestra ignored her and kept eye contact with Adama. He kept his face stoic, but Kestra saw a flicker something akin to worry flash across his eyes.

"Lee has been back aboard Galactica for some time now," Adama said. Kestra's eyes widened. Lee had been back on Galactica for who knows how long, and he hadn't come to see her once. She looked back into Adama's eyes and saw his expression remained unchanged. He was taunting her. He wanted her to know that Lee had chosen not to see her. He wanted to win. Kestra smirked. If he wanted to play games, she would play games. She made direct eye contact with Adama while seeking out President Roslin's mind. Kestra projected the highest pitched noise she could into the president's mind. She knew that a noise couldn't be traced back to her the same way her voice could, but Adama would still get the message. She'd seen the way he cared for Roslin even as they came in to talk to the other prisoner. Adama was a man who cared for others, especially President Laura Roslin. Roslin doubled over with her hands clutching her head. Adama was at her side in seconds as was her aide. Kestra turned and strolled back to her cot, focusing only on the noise and the president. She could hear Adama yelling, but she couldn't lose her focus. After a few more seconds she stopped the noise and looked at the scene before her. Roslin was sitting back up in her chair with the help of her aid. Adama was clutching the bars of Kestra's cell with fire in his eyes. He turned quickly to see that whatever had been ailing Roslin had stopped and quickly returned his attention to Kestra. He stormed into the cell and grabbed her by the collar of her shirt. She met his gaze unflinchingly.

"What did you do?" he asked.

"Nothing," she replied firmly. He was unconvinced as she knew he would be. "I'm in a cell, Commander. What could I have done from in here?" she taunted. His eyes narrowed as he pulled her closer.

"I know you can do these things," he spat quietly, "tell me."

"Or what?" she whispered with a quirked brow, "I have nothing left to lose, Commander. You've already taken my life from me. The only person I care about on this ship is your son, and I know you won't hurt him. So kill me, or leave me alone." Adama's face fell in shock for a moment before he could school his features. He dropped her down on the bed and exited the cell. He went straight to Roslin who insisted she was alright. She was looking curiously at Kestra. She motioned for Bill to open the door which he protested against. Eventually, she won out, and Bill allowed her to be wheeled into the cell in front of Kestra.

"Madam President," Kestra greeted politely, "I'm sorry to see that you are feeling unwell." Laura chuckled at Kestra's observation.

"I looked worse a couple hours ago. I'm actually feeling better today than I have in the last few weeks," she responded. Kestra smiled.

"How wonderful," she said. Laura narrowed her eyes again.

"I wanted to ask you what it is about Lee Adama that makes you trust him. Why do you cooperate with him and not us?" Kestra considered her question.

"I should think it would be obvious," Kestra said bluntly, "he listens. He is the only member of your fleet who has shown me any kindness or human decency. And Doctor Cottle of course." She threw a glance to Adama.

"Has it occurred to you that he may have tricked you into trusting him for information?" Roslin asked, "after all he knows a lot about you." Kestra smiled.

"I don't have many options on this ship, President Roslin. I am lonely, afraid, and completely at your mercy. I'll take any kindness I can get, real or not."

"If you're so completely at our mercy, why do you continue to refuse to tell us about yourself?" Roslin countered.

"Knowledge about myself is all I have," Kestra reasoned, "if you knew everything about me there would be no reason to keep me around."

"Perhaps if we knew more about you we could make sure it is safe to have you around." Kestra smirked at this.

"President Roslin, none of the actions you have taken toward me since I was brought on this ship have indicated that is something I can expect from you. All our actions indicate to me that you are a skeptical, superstitious, mistrusting race, and you'll never believe that I have told you everything or even the truth." Roslin studied Kestra for a moment.

"So it's an issue of trust?" Roslin asked measuredly.

"Isn't everything?" Kestra asked, "life is about trust. Your interaction with all the people around you, even your relationship with the cylons is about trust, or lack thereof." Roslin nodded in agreement.

"You may be right, but what do I get by trusting you?" she asked. Kestra's mouth turned up in an amused smirk.

"You're starting to make more sense to me Madam President," she said thoughtfully, "is there no reason to trust a person beyond what they can give you?" Roslin was shocked by the question, which delighted Kestra and emboldened her to continue. "It doesn't have to be as complicated as you make it sound. Trust can be as simple as me trusting that someone is a friend."

"And what is that supposed to mean?" Laura asked guardedly. Kestra's eyes landed on Adama. "Is this about Lee again?" Kestra met her with hard eyes.

"You have lied and misled me at every turn, so when you ask why I trust Lee and not you, you may want to start with some self reflection. I know you want answers about me, your Commander here is just dying for them, but you will get nothing with hostility so I suggest you change your tactics Madam President," Kestra spat. Roslin was visibly taken aback by Kestra's sudden outburst. She gestured to Billy who wheeled her out of the cell, closely followed by the Commander.