"We will," Klaus assures him with a smile of his own. One that doesn't say how much he's looking forward to figuring out more about the good doctor. "It's a small space station, after all." But for now, he is letting it go, letting Gaius weasel out of it, because it doesn't matter that much, and the position Klaus has assumed so far, in this tiny society they're in, is not that of the bully. It's a change, but in his weakened state, it is more viable in the long turn.

"Good luck on your research, doctor," he tells Gaius, still smiling, still charming right back at him, and heads out of the laboratory, whistling an old Beatles song.