Lee turned around without protest. He certainly wasn't here for any kind of thrills when it came to the prisoner, and turning his back on Sharon could just bank him a few more points of trustworthiness. He'd seen the speed and strength of the Cylon agents firsthand, and it wouldn't have taken much effort for Sharon to put him down if she felt like it. But he turned his back anyway, then turned back when told.

The points she brought up were, of course, among the questions that the Admiral had wanted answered, but both Adamas had known that answers, if there were any to be had, would not be quick in coming. And Lee had complete latitude when it came to how he would approach this.

So he'd decided on something unusual.

"I'm not going to be questioning you, Sharon," he insisted in an even and conversational tone of voice, "not in the way you seem to be expecting. All I expect you to tell me is whatever you want to tell me. And my only questions have to do with Caprica."

Lee pulled out a small notebook and a pen. "The new historical archives are going to need as impartial and precise a recounting of things as possible, and as one of the individuals in this fleet who spent the greatest amount of time on occupied Caprica, I want you to tell me all about it. I'm just here to listen."