Jaw tight, Daniel steps over the corpse to duck his head out and peer down the corridor. Tegalus, he's remembering now. He's on Tegalus and he's cut off from Earth. Because of - well. Because.

"No one else is coming," he mutters, half to himself, loud enough for the civilian's benefit. "We're gonna have to go quick, this place isn't gonna hold up for much -"

The sentence crumbles when Daniel looks back, sees the paroxysmal, etched expression of horror on the other man's face, and he breathes out a low, stabilizing breath. So. Not military. Not even remotely. How the hell did this guy end up on the business end of a stargate?

"I know," he says, as soft and reassuring as he can make the words despite the undertone of urgency. "Believe me, I know. It's a lot, it really is, and I'm sorry. But we can't stay."

Again he grasps at the other man's wrist to pull him along. Navigation in these passages won't be easy, especially since they're subterranean as well as under constant heavy fire. The insurgents should ease off their bombardment once they realize they have a clear path to the stargate, however, but Daniel hopes that by then he and his unexpected charge will be far enough away that they won't be targets anymore.