"Yeah, um - who, exactly, do you think put us here?" Daniel asks, bracing his non-Peter-attached hand against the wall. Using the vertical surface for leverage, he pushes himself to his feet and thus hopefully spares his arm any future abuse of being waved about by Peter's rather illustrative hand movements. He's actually genuinely curious to know Peter's theories on who would put them here and, more specifically, whose idea it was to put Peter in the middle.

"Either way, it doesn't sound like there's anyone around to listen." He tips his head back to stare at the nondescript stone ceiling but finds nothing of interest. "Definitely keep shouting about it, though, cause that seems to be helping."