"Fuel's an issue, isn't it. I've not heard of any great wealth of tylium as far as Baedal exports go, and that's about all these things will run on."

That Gaius is not a pilot himself isn't a thing he comments on, letting it go unsaid. Even if he was, he'd sooner strap a monkey in and wish it well than have a go himself. "But as for part-machine anything, you're headed roughly in the right direction, though I dunno if-- oh, cheers," Gaius says, upon noticing offered card and taking it. Over yonder, someone yells for a strap to be tightened. Activity is stopped while it is. Gaius only glances.

"Dr. Gaius Baltar," he says, instead. He's been here a wee while, and any instinct of tagging 'President' at the start of his name has all but depleted. It never really fitted him properly in the first place. "I do actually have a card too, just not on me."