It isn't every day that Gaius happens to stumble in to a beautiful woman sitting alone in the recreational room. Normally, she's there with someone else -- or worse, not there at all. A single hand tucked into the pocket of his jacket (made of the finest Caprican material -- warming in winter, cooling in summer), he makes his approach.
"I don't believe we've met before," he says, thankful for once that Six is not here to ruin whatever chances he may have of picking up a beautiful woman. "Gaius Baltar -- Dr. Gaius Baltar, actually." The whole thing comes out a bit smarmy, but his smarminess is a part of his charm.
"And you are?" he asks, looking down at her, lips curled up into what he hopes is a charming smile.
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Date: 2012-05-24 12:53 pm (UTC)"I don't believe we've met before," he says, thankful for once that Six is not here to ruin whatever chances he may have of picking up a beautiful woman. "Gaius Baltar -- Dr. Gaius Baltar, actually." The whole thing comes out a bit smarmy, but his smarminess is a part of his charm.
"And you are?" he asks, looking down at her, lips curled up into what he hopes is a charming smile.