"Kiss the goddamn motherfrakking ground!" Kara approaches Xander, pistol still pointed squarely at his head. "Alright, I got a rash and a crap from the last son of a bitch I talked to on this tablet thing something about people being friendly and whatever, well, you know what I think? I think this is some kind of weird frakking Cylon base. So guess what. You get to tell me where I am and how I can leave. Got it? Be honest and I won't shoot you. If you tell me what I want to hear, you'll live."

Kara's boots thud next to Xander's head. "So. Name. Where are you from?"