The first garners an inquiring look from Gaeta; the second, less of one, and another nod to match.

He opens the notebook and frees a few pages from the back: slowly, so as not to make the rrrip of tearing paper too loud. Clipping his pen to the top of them, he offers the sheets to Roslin.

"When you have the chance," he says, voice still low. "I can come back in a few days if that would be easier."