Around the third or fourth glance, Gaeta notices the young man who keeps throwing looks his way. His brow knots slightly; so does his gut, as he flips through a mental catalog of faces to try and place him. A civilian, maybe? Because even if Gaeta doesn't recognize him, the way the guy's looking at him --

Frak it. On the fifth glance, he lifts his eyebrows at Edgar, and raises his glass in a hello as well.