"Um." Daniel starts searching his person, hoping the dream is kind enough to have dropped something of his into the environment along with him, even if it's apparently not friendly enough to include his sidearm. He does, however, find a radio, the sort he'd use to contact the old team for help, and privately shoots the dream a vicious spike of irritation. A useless radio but no sidearm - that seems pretty consistent with the Rift's warped sense of humor regarding Daniel's survival rate in these dreams.

In any case, it might not be good for its intended use but at least it's good for something.

"I have this," he offers, holding up the small communicator. "Will that work?"