"Don't I know it." This one doesn't quite fit the criteria of a smile. One side of his mouth pulls up, small and pained. "That wasn't the first or last time, or the only time I was shot in the chest. Military work has its risks."

He shivers a little. Once they get out of these mountains, he's definitely going to seek out the first gas station available. Tanking up isn't a strict necessity since the the car's still over half full, but he can't remember the last time he caffeinated which, in Daniel-time, is a grotesquely long interval to have gone without coffee.