Still, he doesn't say.

Instead, Gaeta shrugs. "It's what I always wanted to do," he says. "Serve on a battlestar. But I never intended to stay that long. I was..." He makes an absent gesture with the cigarette, tracing smoke through the air. "Going to study biogenetics, hopefully at the most prestigious graduate program I could get into. If you put in enough time with the Fleet, they'd pay for school."