Asadi has at the very least apparently regained her outspoken charm, which is likely indicative of the return of her other former, much more applicable capabilities in place of the complete uselessness she exuded on-site prior to the dialing process. This is favorable. This works to their collective favor.

Immediate situational output remains unclear. More data is required.

"We had no other choice," he tosses the words over one shoulder, navigating twisting corridors with a fervent, rising energy. A successful dial-out. The ninth chevron. A city or a building or a ship. "We couldn't risk dialing Earth."

He halts, considering the dull yellow glow of what appears to be a door console of some kind.

"The other survivors were acceptable losses." The ridge of his thumb grazes the button that will doubtless open the door control it is in all probability linked to. "Unfortunate, but necessary."