Battlestar Galactica: The Face of the Enemy

A couple of hours, I think?

It's not enough.

- I naturally don't need a lot of sleep. - I can't have you in the CIC

like this. You're on the verge

of seing ghosts on the dradis screen.

I'm fine, sir.

- I swear. - It's a gift, son.

It's not a punishment.

Go over to the Zephyr, get drunk,

sleep for a week,

recover.

Shuttle leaves twice a day.

You better hurry.

You owe me a big favor.

Morph is a tough gap.

Thank you.

- If I didn't... - Go. It'll be better.

I'll be waiting.

Heading back to the CIC.

Hey, Brooks.