"Dr. Brightman begs to differ." Oh there, now the guy really goes after the food in earnest. Jack doesn't think he's ever seen someone put down commissary fare so eagerly, but he'd know from experience that being stranded offworld will do that to a man. Jack shudders at the thought. Terrible. Just terrible.

"And we did get a dial-in, incomplete, just before we dialed out but, you know. We kinda needed to dial out. For obvious reasons." He watches Johnson idly, with more scrutiny than his seemingly uninterested gaze lets on. "Reynolds said you," here he points at Johnson with a tiny spinning gesture, "were the one at the DHD. But y'did say you're from Earth where, as you may or may not know, DHDs are not particularly common. Where'd ya learn a trick like that?"

All the while, Jack's delivery is good-natured and casual. Any minute he'll be asking if Seth caught the game last night, just wait.