Gaius was used to living the low life, but this joint was lower than most. He made the immediate decision to head for the weapons and gear. Better to get there before everyone else did, and hell, he wasn't afraid of the dark. He'd worry about the lights and rats and possible lockjaw later.

He moved quick and he moved stealthy, sizing up the proffered items with a thief's practiced eye. No sweets, so that just left one item of interest (seriously, what were those weird cylindrical things?): the knife.

Not a sword, but it'd have to do till he could find something better. He grabbed for it without hesitation. Finders keepers, nothing personal and so on and so forth.