[He's quiet for a moment, angry, stewing. When he talks again, it's laced with cynicism, a bitter smile twitching at the corners of his mouth.]

Doesn't seem like I have much incentive to leave here at all, then, does it? All I have to fear here is tyrannical rule and these... events. At least the frakking food and beds are warm and the Cylons aren't waiting on every planet.