He moves slow and caged and it's not like Jack blames him, it's just that he doesn't get why base security toted him all the way here instead of to one of the guest quarters. It's not like he poses a whole lot of threat. Maybe a teaspoon of threat. A thimble.
"He'll be sore in the morning," answers Jack amiably, one eyebrow arching up at the stranger's concern. Daniel doing that intense-personal-bonding thing with offworlders isn't new, and neither is the immediate first-name basis. Daniel has that effect on people. "Still out. But he'll live." In a stunning turn of events.
He leans forward, dispelling some of his lighter air, but his expression doesn't shift from its amalgamation of expressively bored and politely curious.
"So." Brightly delivered, pitched upward, laden with meaning. "Let's skip right over the weather. Mind telling me a bit more about you, yourself and...you?"
That was meant to be mildly clever. Which it was, damnit. Not quite the intensively sincere spin Daniel would put on it, but supposedly he's gotten that routine already.
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"He'll be sore in the morning," answers Jack amiably, one eyebrow arching up at the stranger's concern. Daniel doing that intense-personal-bonding thing with offworlders isn't new, and neither is the immediate first-name basis. Daniel has that effect on people. "Still out. But he'll live." In a stunning turn of events.
He leans forward, dispelling some of his lighter air, but his expression doesn't shift from its amalgamation of expressively bored and politely curious.
"So." Brightly delivered, pitched upward, laden with meaning. "Let's skip right over the weather. Mind telling me a bit more about you, yourself and...you?"
That was meant to be mildly clever. Which it was, damnit. Not quite the intensively sincere spin Daniel would put on it, but supposedly he's gotten that routine already.