What she isn’t prepared for is the man seated on the footlocker. She’s got
the Kang in her hand before she sees anything more than the man-like shape and 
dark clothing. The neatly trimmed beard and the sleek black suit and shoes don’t
really sink in till several instants later. The thing foremost in her mind is 
the fact that no one should be here because no one else is supposed to know 
about her cache. Tikki drops to one knee and puts her shoulder to the door frame 
as she brings the Kang to bear. That’s when she realizes the man is Adama. He
smiles at her indulgently, as if wholly unaware of the mankiller pointed 
squarely at his face.