“Subject,” Adama murmured, backing slowly into the hallway again. “Why is there a woman in the bedroom?”
Subject blinked up at him. “I… There wasn’t when I was in there?” He glanced over at the door, ajar to reveal a grey gloom beyond, and did his best to ignore the familiar stabbing pain in his lower spine.
“I,” Adama wet his lips slowly, “I’m pretty sure she didn’t use the door.”