His head jerks up sharply to stare at the unidentified civilian who's speaking, oddly, with much more equanimity than he's been acting under so far. And he's talking like - like he has some idea of who he's talking to, the nature of the man under whose care he's been unexpectedly placed.

The skin around Daniel's eyes tightens in the faintest, pained ghost of a smirk. The sentiment is nice but it's not deserved, not by any stretch of the imagination.

"No," he answers finally. "It is. It is my fault. You don't - this world, it's falling apart and that's - it's because of what I -"

Fists bang against the hatch below, and he jumps. Daniel swallows hard, tightens his grip on the rungs, finally locates what he was looking for in his gear. He tears his gaze down and then back up again, desperate. This discussion is going to have to be put on hold.

"We gotta go. Now."