"Well," says Daniel slowly, wincing over what he knows is not going to be a popular opinion, at least not with Peter, "I confess I've spent a, um, disproportionately large amount of time in places like this. Enough that I honestly can't remember if I've actually been in this exact structure." When you save the galaxy on a semi-regular basis, you make some enemies and sometimes those enemies happen to be low-tech worlds with real nasty, low-tech prisons. That's hardly Daniel's fault now, is it?

Thankfully he's spared from having to elaborate when they reach a flight of spiral stairs. Or maybe not so thankfully, because that leaves them with two not-terribly-pleasant choices - turn around and go back how they came or brave the stairs and hope they go somewhere. Either way one or more of them will probably end up tripping over someone else's feet and swearing magnificently.

"Up or down, do you think?" he asks, craning his neck to see if there's anything of interest in either direction with little success.