"No disrespect assumed at all, Mary. It's all good." They're not even here to hear her, and it isn't like he's gonna go running back to Barolay or Sue or anyone and tell them all about some shocked Earth girl at the bar at the end of the universe. Kara was right when she asked him what he was gonna say: they'll think he's frakking crazy no matter what, so he'd better just keep his godsdamn mouth shut until or unless the door opens and they all file in together, just like the well-oiled machine the C-Bucs can be on occasion.

"I'll tell you something. Being a pro ball player means I traveled. A lot, back and forth from this planet to that. A game or two here, hop on a shuttle, a game there, come back and try it out all over again. Every single planet has its own... its own flavor and style. And all twelve of our planets are on the same level, technologically speaking. But on Virgon, for instance, where they had a monarchy, things were a lot different than Caprica, where I'm from. So I never take much of anything for granted. And I know you're not judging the women on my ball team. You can't, you don't know them. But we both know about different ideas and different ideals, and it's all good. I have as much respect for the way things work in your England as I do for the way they work here and the way they worked back home."

Idly, he spears some shit onto a toothpick: a cherry, a piece of pineapple, a mint leaf, a quarter of an orange slice, a red grape. It looks pretty good, so he offers it over.

"You need any more juice?"