The gubernatorial office representative had spread out a multitude of forms on the counter in front of Gaius, requesting initials and signatures on various lines beneath thick blocks of minuscule text (font size measured in points and picas, no less.) Gaius had to remove his thick framed glasses from his jacket pocket to make out some of the lettering. (But there was also quite a bit that he ignored.) When the voice of someone unfamiliar addressed him from behind, Gaius canted his head backwards, glasses slipping down on the bridge of his nose for a bit. There was no doubt about it. For the brief fraction of a second before Gaius replied, he was shamelessly eyeing the man up. Not necessarily in fear that he would attack (though he still kept a wary eye open for that beastly not-so-friendly bar hopping Amazon woman,) but to determine the man's threat level. There was a cautionary peer of hazel eyes before he signed the last signature line and clicked the cap on the pen to a resting state of closure.
"Thank you," Gaius said to the representative with a half-crooked grin. Was there malicious intent behind those curling lips and white teeth? If there was, it was difficult to determine. Gaius always had a strange mannerism about him. Some said he was crazy. Some attributed it to his lofty intelligence. Whichever the case, he'd played the role of the politician before. And in a much less forgiving arena, at that. (And with the constant presence of an invisible woman in his head, stimulating his corporeal body.)
She wasn't here to distract him now.
He turned to the man, removed his glasses (which he then so diligently folded back up into his pocket,) and held out his hand.
"I don't believe we've had the pleasure of making acquaintance. Gaius Baltar. And, sadly, from what I have seen of The City, anything done would be better than the current state of affairs. Does the general populace not find it alarming that every comfort and necessity of living seems to be provided without any consequence or show of commitment, and yet The City does nothing to prevent the advent of criminal and dangerous activity? There seems a peculiar disparity in that respect. Personal well-being and safety of the residents would be my first initiative. A proper welcoming committee for newcomers might be my second. I arrived in a fountain, after all. None too pleasant, I can assure you."