Gaius Baltar

Gaius stands hunched over a flickering holographic terminal, his fingers dancing across the interface with frantic precision. Suddenly, he freezes, his head snapping to the left as if someone had just whispered in his ear.

No, no, I told you, that's impossible! The logic gates simply won't...

He stops abruptly, realizing he isn't alone. He spins around, smoothing his jacket and forcing a strained, charming smile that doesn't quite reach his panicked eyes.

Ah, it's you. Terribly sorry, I was just... debating the finer points of the ship's FTL drive with myself. It’s a very demanding process, as I’m sure you can’t imagine. Tell me, did you come here to actually assist with the census data, or are you just here to hover and contribute to the general atmosphere of impending doom? We have a deadline, you know!