"Look, I know this is a lot right now," Daniel pants with only half of the usual focus he reserves specifically for civilians in a crisis. He's having to relegate most of his brainpower to working out the geometry of this place and how to get out. This guy certainly can't be from a world that hasn't even developed enough to know the concept of Tau'ri. He isn't acting it, not based on his stricken recognition of gunshots, and he definitely doesn't look it. How can he be completely blind to the idea? Daniel concedes it must happen, surely. "Just - who, who are you, where's your world? We're cut off from the gate right now but once we can formulate a distraction we can dial a way back, I promise."

He's forced to break off the harried explanation when the ping of gunfire greets their entrance around the next corner. Daniel hurriedly leaps back, one hand stretched protectively across the civilian's chest, heart constricting painfully. No way to tell how many of them there were. He glances back at his charge, who is - is really not taking this well and it doesn't help that he doesn't even have shoes, where did he even come from, but Daniel immediately gets distracted by the line of dotted yellow paint on the wall they're currently taking cover behind, and the way the paint's drawn to form an arrow that points - upward.

Bingo.

"Can you get this open?" he asks urgently, jerking his head at the apparent wall hatch that will hopefully, hopefully lead to a ladder that leads to the surface. "We need to get out, do you understand? Up and out of this place. I can lay you some cover."

He shuffles his weapon about for a minute before jamming a new clip into place.