"Best how?" Daniel slowly drops into a kneel so he's at eye level with her, head to one side as he tries to understand her reasoning. "Why, why are you in here?"

And the way she says it is more than a little disconcerting, a bit like a rehearsed directive, which just doesn't sit right with him.

"Look, I realize you don't know me," he hurries to explain, "and you don't have any reason to trust me. But for what it's worth I would like to help."