"Godsdamn it, Kara, it's me!" Lee shouts, and he realizes then just how long it's been since he's held a gun before now. In a lot of ways, stepping into a situation like this is old hat, routine, but she's sharper than he is and they both know it. She's always been a better shot, and they both know that too.
Still, Lee doesn't drop his gun, if only because now, Kara's is pointed at Molly, who's jumped between the two of them. It's a desperate move, a risky one, but it's probably a pretty safe gamble that Kara's not going to shoot Molly. Whether or not she can hit him even with her standing there is another matter entirely.
He catches Molly's desperate look over her shoulder, and as much as he wants to return it, doesn't dare take his eyes off of Kara Thrace with a weapon pointed at him.
"Starbuck, stand down!" he says, just barely stopping himself from calling it an order. Neither of them are soldiers anymore, not here. And he stopped being her commanding officer a long frakking time ago.
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Still, Lee doesn't drop his gun, if only because now, Kara's is pointed at Molly, who's jumped between the two of them. It's a desperate move, a risky one, but it's probably a pretty safe gamble that Kara's not going to shoot Molly. Whether or not she can hit him even with her standing there is another matter entirely.
He catches Molly's desperate look over her shoulder, and as much as he wants to return it, doesn't dare take his eyes off of Kara Thrace with a weapon pointed at him.
"Starbuck, stand down!" he says, just barely stopping himself from calling it an order. Neither of them are soldiers anymore, not here. And he stopped being her commanding officer a long frakking time ago.