A 'what he is.' Gods. Hoshi can't even spit it out.

"A Cylon?" he supplies, acidly. "Yeah. Well. You weren't here when Boomer shot the old man in the middle of the CIC."

And he wasn't aboard that Raptor, either. He doesn't know what she -- Gaeta can feel the constriction starting in his chest again; he takes two quick, harsh breaths, struggling to dispel it as he keeps walking.