With the buzz and click of a mechanism unlocking, the door opens again.

Daniel's looked better. One arm's in a sling and a there's a row of butterfly bandages just above his temple and he moves with a gingerness that suggests he's much worse for wear underneath the blue BDUs and probably shouldn't be moving around at all.

"Hey," he says, inching in anyway. "Hey."

He spots Seth in the corner and his stomach wrenches. God. Jack had mentioned they weren't treating him too well, but this goes pretty solidly against standard procedure for treatment of offworld refugees.

"Sorry about - this." Daniel braces his good hand on the table with a sharp, pained intake of breath. "Believe me, if I'd been awake sooner I'd've. Well."

Not that there's much he can do about it now.