"What -- just -- stop it." Peter grimaces and flaps a hand at Daniel. "You're over-thinking it. Stop talking about it or you're going to make me over-think it."

And then they'll plummet to their dream deaths because he was trying to calculate instead of just doing it, is what he's saying. Peter rubs his temples and mutters the Enochian alphabet to himself under his breath to clear his mind; a moment later he's done and holding a hand out to Daniel even as he starts to conjuring an image of where he wants to go in his mind in place of worries about height and longitude. "Come on. Are we doing this or not?"