She half-turns at his voice, friendly enough - outside the office (one of her several), she's as relaxed and comfortable here as she is alert and professional there, accustomed to compartmentalizing her life like she's playing a very successful game of Jenga. “Dr Baltar,” she says, when she realizes who it is, and turns properly to salute him with her glass in greeting. It's probably a safe bet that the necklace she's wearing wasn't bought on a non-profit salary.

(It doesn't concern her in the slightest to have her back to the platform's edge.)

“Mixing, mingling- networking?” It's half a tease, and half- well, not a bad idea. She does, when she's out.