"Yeah." Daniel's hands skim his own elbows, as if trying to reaffirm the reality of his own clothing and skin. "Yeah, no. I know that. Rationally, I know that."

Does he? He looks at Johnny and hates the prickle of unease that shivers over him. It's Johnny. He knows Johnny. He acted in self-defense. It was justified.

Wasn't this how they met, anyhow?

It's all getting increasingly difficult to temporally sequence.

"This place, um." He shuts his eyes and tries to think along the lines of tactics, would this be a typical mission. Cut off from the 'gate, probably. Jaffa? Almost definitely. That's all those things outside are. Just - regular enemies. "It's not really that defensible. You know? You think maybe we should get to higher ground?"

He can't tell if the note in his voice is pleading or inquiring.