The man seems almost shell-shocked, and Daniel can't blame him. He's just been thrust probably millions of light years from his home straight into a potentially apocalyptic political-military dispute. The next flare of explosions causes the entire facility to shake; Daniel has to momentarily brace himself against the walls of the passage to establish his inertia. The dim yellow of the ceiling lights flicker ominously with the next distant, thumping round of loosed projectiles. The impact is lessening, growing more muffled the farther they progress.
"You have any idea how you got here?" Daniel tosses the question over one shoulder as he leads the civilian through the winding, angular network of hallways upon hallways, gaze raking uniform gray-green walls for any sign of a surface access hatch. "The gate really isn't supposed to, um - well, I take it you're, uh, you're not Tau'ri?"
Unless he is. There's no real way of knowing, seeing as the man hasn't uttered a word since coming through the gate. The situation isn't an easy one for anyone involved, however, much less an unintended third party who's gotten next to no context. Daniel's determination to get them out of this place before it collapses entirely lends a harsh, controlled edge of panic to each movement, to the tightness of his grip on the civilian's wrist, to the readjustment of a finger over the P-90's trigger release mechanism. Despite all of it, he can't help but be fairly forgiving of this guy's understandable if impractically prolonged reaction. To be thrust into the middle of this, no warning whatsoever would be disorienting enough for a trained SG team, much less an untrained civilian.
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"You have any idea how you got here?" Daniel tosses the question over one shoulder as he leads the civilian through the winding, angular network of hallways upon hallways, gaze raking uniform gray-green walls for any sign of a surface access hatch. "The gate really isn't supposed to, um - well, I take it you're, uh, you're not Tau'ri?"
Unless he is. There's no real way of knowing, seeing as the man hasn't uttered a word since coming through the gate. The situation isn't an easy one for anyone involved, however, much less an unintended third party who's gotten next to no context. Daniel's determination to get them out of this place before it collapses entirely lends a harsh, controlled edge of panic to each movement, to the tightness of his grip on the civilian's wrist, to the readjustment of a finger over the P-90's trigger release mechanism. Despite all of it, he can't help but be fairly forgiving of this guy's understandable if impractically prolonged reaction. To be thrust into the middle of this, no warning whatsoever would be disorienting enough for a trained SG team, much less an untrained civilian.