"Woah!" Daniel's hands fly up, palms out, and he backs away slowly in what's intended to be a peaceable, reassuring gesture. "Hey, it's okay. It's okay."

All right, so yes. Intimidating. Definitely intimidating. Other than perhaps his stature Daniel can't imagine why - he's lacking even the bare minimum of a sidearm which is really just basic oversight on the part of -

And then he looks down, and realizes.

Yes.

He's back in his old olive green BDUs. Thoroughly militarian in appearance, even if the shirt is unbuttoned in a definitely non-regulatory fashion.

Daniel looks back up, wincing, and concludes that this is definitely a dream. And it's already not going well.

"I'm sorry," he says, voice low and quiet and hopefully consoling. "I didn't mean to startle you."