The unexpected snap of movement jerks him up and away from the far more interesting topic at hand, and immediately he must wrest himself from her grip, expression contorting into one of furious annoyance. He has just single-handedly implemented the solution to obtaining access to the most important discovery since the stargate itself, and Ms. Asadi is choosing to be a distraction.

How utterly, predictably disappointing.

"Get your hands off me," he snarls, shoving her brusquely away. The unpleasant sensation condenses around his spine with a hard chill, but it is not relevant or highly important in the context of what is worth his attention and so he may dismiss it. Rush glowers, narrow shoulders set in a taut, determined line. "Obviously you and I are the only survivors. It is not fucking ideal but this - these are the resources to which we have access. You either survive and assist me in discovering what the Ancients were willing to devote entire lifetimes to discover - "

He opens a clenched fist, one side of his mouth twisting unpleasantly.

"Or die here. And become utterly useless to me."