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A lot of the time, Lee doesn't know how he feels about the coffee shops in Darrow. Truthfully, they're not a whole lot different from the ones in Caprica, but even after all this time, Lee finds that he still sometimes has trouble with the currency. He's used to cubits, to cornered coins, and the money here feels weird in his palm. It's something the people behind him always seem to notice as they yell at him to hurry up with his order.

Today, the lady behind him is about as obnoxious as they come, sighing loudly and making broad statements about the time.

"Just give me a regular coffee," Lee says to the guy behind the counter, and the woman behind him nearly pushes him out of the way to get the counter after him.

"Soy cappuccino," she demands, only for the server to evenly tell her that they don't have anymore. She huffs an "unbelievable" under her breath before storming out, and Lee looks down at the counter to see that she's left a folder on the counter.

"Hey, wait!" he calls behind her, and grabs the folder, though by the time he makes it outside, she's long gone, off to ruin someone else's day.

Hoping that maybe there's something in it that'll give Lee an idea of who she is and how he can find her, Lee opens the folder, only to see something he didn't plan on.

PASSENGER MANIFEST: OLYMPIC CARRIER

He nearly drops it then and there, his head starting to swim as he pours over the list of names. Pages and pages of names of the people who left on what was supposed to be a short voyage only to either get taken over by the cylons and killed, or killed because he pulled that trigger.

He hadn't been able to look at himself in the mirror for a long time after that, and just now, remembering that day, he doesn't think he can move from his spot on the sidewalk.

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She's about to head into the coffee shop when he comes out of it. It's the sort of thing that Molly always feels just the slightest bit guilty about, knowing that she doesn't really need to be buying overpriced lattes when she can make coffee in her apartment, her paycheck perfectly livable but not all that sizable, but it's fucking cold, and it isn't like she's really hard up for cash or anything. Chances are good she'd just spend it on something equally as unnecessary, anyway.

Both the coffee and the cold get momentarily forgotten, though, as she makes an abrupt stop, the greeting that's poised on her lips dying when she gets a good look at him. Whatever it is he's holding, he seems far from thrilled about it. For a moment, she wonders if she should say anything at all, but she's already here, and if he notices her, that might be even more awkward. Besides, they might not be especially close or anything, but she's still concerned.

"Hey," she says, softer than she would have otherwise, heading closer. "You okay?"

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It's not that Lee thinks they made the wrong decision. The cylons had obviously been tracking or had infiltrated the ship, and the only way to handle the situation had been to eliminate it. But thirteen hundred people had potentially died because of his finger on the trigger. It's not something that's easy to completely move past, even after you've justified it to yourself.

Lee looks up at Molly, and shakes his head in an attempt to try and get out of his own head.

"Sorry, there's just, uh... there's this thing. It's fine." he lies.

"You sure?" Molly asks, brow raising. It's not like she has any reason not to believe him, or like she's close enough to Lee to be in any position to pry, but whatever he's holding seemed like it really got to him, and she doesn't think it would be right to just dismiss that. At least having asked, she'll feel a little better about letting it go, if it comes to that. "That just... looked like it had you pretty shaken."

He frowns, considering for a moment whether or not he should elaborate and decides that it's better than just leaving her completely in the dark.

"This shouldn't be here," he says, and he tilts the folder a little so that she can see it, the corners cut on the pages in a way that they don't seem to in Darrow, "This is from where I come from and I definitely didn't bring it with me."

"Oh," Molly says, a soft exhale, and one of clear understanding. She doesn't have to know what it is or what it means to be well aware of how jarring that can be, how it can feel like everything's been turned upside down just for having a few pieces of paper from home show up here. Though she tries, most of the time, not to think about it, for just a moment, it leaves her words caught in her throat before she can speak again, trying to focus on Lee and the folder in his hands and not the harsh reminder she got of the life she had before this place. "Shit. One of those things." After pausing a beat, she asks, "You haven't had anything show up before, have you?"

"Don't tell me. This is normal," Lee says, sounding exhausted at the idea of it. Life has been strange ever since that first day he arrived in Darrow, and he really shouldn't be surprised. But something that no one in Darrow would know about, much less have access to even if they were from the Colonies isn't something Lee thought that even this place was capable of.

"No, no I haven't."

"I wouldn't say normal, but it happens," Molly says, rueful, her nose wrinkling slightly. "It did to me... God, almost a year ago now." That much, she couldn't forget if she wanted to, though she's determined not to dwell on it. Nothing good would come of that. "I know some others who've found things, too, and it's usually all the same. Something that would upset them. That they'd rather not see again."

"Well, they definitely hit the nail on the head," he replies, tone edging on bitter.

He hasn't forgotten or tried to forget the Olympic Carrier. He's reminded of something President Roslin told him about it being imperative to learn from your mistakes even if you can't admit to them. But that doesn't mean he's ever wanted the names laid in front of him, all thirteen-hundred forty-four of them.

"Is it the kind of thing you want to talk about, or that you'd rather ignore at all costs?" Molly asks, brow raising slightly. She knows that, for her, the farther behind her she can leave things, the better, even when faced with reminders of them, but the same doesn't go for everyone. While she might not know Lee all that well, listening would be the least she could do, if he thought it would help. Then again, there are always other options. "'Cause I don't mind, if you do want to. Or we can just go get a drink or something. That worked pretty well for me."

To be honest, it's a little early for Lee. He's never really been one to tie one on early, even in Darrow. There's more of a chance to do so now, without the threat of the cylons hanging over him. There aren't any more rotations, no more CAP, no briefings. Gods, there's not even the trial anymore. Still, he's committed to what he's doing in Darrow, and that doesn't leave him as much time as it should for frakking around.

Today, however, given what he's holding in his hand, is the exception.

"A drink sounds like a good idea," Lee replies, though he's not sure if he wants to talk about it. If Kara were still around, he'd be able to go to her and mention it— she pulled the trigger that day too— but now he's not sure there's anyone in the city who'll really understand.

"Alright," Molly says with a nod, offering him a slight smile. The situation might not really call for it, given whatever's in the folder that he's found, but trying to offer some kind of distraction or counterbalance might not be a bad idea, and if nothing else, maybe it'll be reassuring. He seems like maybe he could use it. "Come on, there should be somewhere close."