It's enough lightheartedness to get a faint quirk of a smile, at least. But mostly, as Gaeta nods, he just looks -- tired.

(Well. More tired.)

"Yeah." He rubs the back of his neck. Just under the collar of his sweater, like always, rests the chain leading to his Fleet dog tags. "Seems like a lot of us in the poker club ended up with awful frakking COs, huh. Sometimes I think the worst part is that Admiral Adama wasn't always that way. I was..." A helpless gesture. "I was proud to serve under him for a long, long time. When I first got my billet under the command of someone that well-respected I couldn't believe it. And then..."

And then.