[For Gaius]

[knowthyexits]

She's dallied too long.

At first, Sarah could almost consider it acceptable because of her leg, but then she had started to have nightmares about her inaction. She sits around all day and researches the history of this strange place she's in and considers seeking help because she's imagining a place with dinosaurs, but the last time she looked for a therapist...well, that's one story she's sure kids won't ever hear at bedtime.

She lowers her hairbrush and looks at her reflection in the mirror. All prettied up and barely looking like she's been shot less than a week ago. She touches the clasp in her hair lightly and smooths her hand over the ankle-length black skirt and blouse she's put on. She's waited too long. There are things at play on this strange Island she's been taken to and while she might not know where John is and while she might not know if Derek is protecting him, she does know that she can't stop fighting.

She'll start with the call-box system, see if it's a threat. There are other concerns, but she's only one woman and she has to start here. She slides into a pair of low-slung heels just outside the lab where people tell her that Gaius Baltar usually works. "Dr. Baltar?" she remarks, waiting to be noticed.

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[knowthyexits]

She's jotting down quick notes as he speaks and she only glances up every now and again to check things like facial tics and to give her interest. "Well, if the Times will have me," she lies smoothly, though she doesn't think it would necessarily be a bad idea to send in a little puff piece. "And I would love a map. Would you mind if I kept it? I'd like to do some visits out to the sites."

Two-way radio system sounds safe, but a fully-functional network of communications? Even if this place seems safe, Sarah knows that Judgment Day is coming and she cannot let up, no matter what.

[rewarded-by-god.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure I could find you a copy," he said, pushing to his feet and moving toward a desk in the corner. Halfway there, he paused, turning to look at her and arching a brow.

"Why the interest, if you don't mind me asking? Apart from the article, of course. I'm under the impression this sort of system is a regular fixture at educational institutions just about everywhere. To be honest, it's all quite boring."

[knowthyexits]

"Well, I'm pretty new," she says again because when it comes down to it, that's her reason for a lot of her curiosity. "Imagine my surprise when I turned up on a desert island surrounded by huts, paradise, and apparently someone ingenious enough to start a system like yours," she continues. "And it might be boring, but it's news to me. Everything here is news to me. I think my next article might just be on the orchard and that strange field of pot."

Because yes, she has noticed that and she's still not entirely sure how that came to be. "I don't suppose you're the agricultural expert too?" she asks with faint bemused hope, trying to tamper down her panic at his interest in her interest.

[rewarded-by-god.livejournal.com]

"Well, I do come from a family of farmers," he said with an amused tilt of his lips. In the past, such an admission would have been a cause for great embarrassment and distress for such a prideful man as Gaius Baltar, but he was learning not to hide those parts of himself.

There simply wasn't much need for it anymore.

[knowthyexits]

She comes from a family of soldiers. She's not sure that she ever will be able to get far enough away from that, but a part of her always wants to try. "So tell me more about your system," she coaxes, tapping her pen firmly against the paper. "What kind of power does each station require?"