There's nothing in my inmate's file that concerns you, sir.

Then what about your leg and the cylons.

...Wait... You're not even supposed to be a-

[He's getting it now. There's enough of his old memories that he's putting it together.]

...Supposed to be a what, sir? [Now he's just starting to look incredulous.] My leg feels fine.

I know about Darkel and Pandora, I know from Braxiatel. But the odd thing is, I know from Braxiatel in a different timeline. Where Narvin chose to realign his loyalties. There he is now a Chancellor.

I hate this ship sometimes. [Especially one feels distant, but there are images on his desk, and drinks in his cupboard from Christmas, and games from people he never met but knows well.]

It must be the flood affecting you, Commander. David said that Chris d'Amico was also reporting false memories.

They're not false memories. There's a suit of armor in my room. I know when I acquired it. This entire room, it's not the one I was in aboard the Andromeda. The main room is a cabin I've shared with Braxiatel. I recognize the scent of the woman on this scarf, and somehow I know it's an offense to the very universe that I can't remember her name right now.

Whatever I am right now, I should be this person. [And it's bothering him that he's not. He's displaced in his own skin, moreso than usual.]

But however you remember me or Narvin, Commander, it's obviously different from the truth. If you can't remember your friend's name, doesn't it stand to reason that your memories are the thing being affected?

We've thought we were different people than before. And I have no evidence in my room that the man I am now was ever here.

I hate to point out the obvious, sir, but...

And how many times before have we become someone else?

...I think he stopped Dylan's infestation. [Slowly dividing things bit by bit.] We'll find out in a few days, anyway. The state of the flood obviously isn't doing my inmate any favors.

[He's practically venomous towards Manticore.]

[He looks as though he wants to keep arguing the point, but lets it go with a nod instead.] Yes, I suppose we'll have to see how it shakes out. Personally, I'm more than all right with whatever timeline this is.

Yes, I suppose...

If I'm right, though, just keep in mind that he was admiring you, too. I'm good at noticing prospective mates eyeing each other.

Who-- [He's still stuck on Narvin for a second, which, no thank you, not his inmate. Then he blinks, smiles a little.] You mean Mr. Winchester?

Yes, over the card game.

If the subject should come up again.

I told you, sir -- I don't really have time for things like that. [But he's glancing away, now, clearly trying not to really smile. Apparently, some things are true to both Felix Gaetas.] But I... appreciate the information.