Gaius looked up from the tome he had been reading at the mention of his name, his brow furrowing in thought. He thought he had gone relatively under the radar, being neither a great leader of men nor fantastically powerful like many of those at the fortress, not to mention that his power was limited to sheer force at that moment.

"It's probably the name." He muttered as he carefully closed the book and returned it to the shelf he had found it on. While Gaius was proud of his heritage, particularly that of Julius who was perhaps the most famous member of his family, he resented the expectation placed upon him because of it. Despite attempts to stamp out the man's legacy his name was widely known and he heard it whispered in awe here and there and that gave him the drive to work on his own powers. He knew that he had a better mastery of his powers than Julius had had at the age of sixteen but he was also aware that his forebear had had two powers whereas Gaius only had one; he would have to be extra careful in battle.

Having arrived in the room Gaius saw the young-looking redheaded girl. Somehow she looked familiar to him but he could not quite place her; as if he had seen her from the corner of his eye several times before. Shaking the feeling he took a seat and waited for the others to arrive. Once the situation had been explained to them he looked around at the others before raising his hand.

"Are we going to be the only team? If so... pardon my pessimism but there are very few of us if we're to make a real difference, ma'am." His eyes drifted to the redhead and he noticed a brief flicker of a smile cross her face as well but more subtle was the intense sadness, and the glazed eyes of one reliving the past, that she hid almost instantly. The woman, or girl for she appeared barely older than Gaius, seemed intent to stand back and say nothing for the meanwhile although it was clear she was someone important by the way Phoebe Miller looked to her.