Kara was already halfway asleep, and her prone position did little to keep her awake. She had the feeling they'd keep them separate after tonight, and where she really wanted to stay awake as long as she could, it just wasn't happening. "In the morning," she murmured, closing her eyes and dropping off to a deep sleep despite the hard, narrow cot.

When she woke, for a long, wonderful moment, she thought she was home, in her bunk aboard Galactica - the bed was certainly uncomfortable enough. Of course, a blinking look around the cell reminded her of everything that had led her to this point, and that Calavicci was gone did little to cheer her. She didn't expect anything else, but still, Kara would rather have woken up beside him than alone.

She stood and stretched leisurely, crossing to the door and straining to see anyone on hand. As if on cue, footsteps approached, the sound followed shortly by the appearance of Foster, grinning darkly at her. She was glad to see, despite the man's apparent cheer, he was wearing a plaster on his chin.

"Morning, sir," she said, popping a cocky salute.

"Save it, Thrace," he returned, moving to open the cell. "You have a meeting with the Commander this morning, and you better start practicing your curtsy."