Well that's a lovely, wonderful, terribly fascinating, completely ordinary story that doesn't even begin to explain what section of woodwork this little security breach sprang from. Security breach. Now that is just - really, come on now. The guy doesn't look like he actually meant to security breach anything, let alone one of the most highly classified military facilities on the planet. And yet, here they are. One of life's many mysteries.

"Yeah, he does that," drawls Jack, folding his arms. "Real savior complex...thing."

He watches Johnson for a minute with the sort of faint unconcern that means he's less unconcerned than he'd like to display.

"Speaking of which." Moving right along, why don't we? "I'm hearing all sorts about your little planetside escapades. Word 'round the water cooler has it that you helped get our boy back, not that he's really in any position to verify." He pauses meaningfully before adding, "yet."