There were worse things in the universe, amazingly enough, than snakes with the flashy eyes. Them, remarkably, McKay could deal with. They didn't suck life from a person with their -hand-. They were just over-the-top actors with a god complex. -There- was the understanding. As for the Doctor? Well, he'd worked with the man long enough, or as long as one could while on this island, that he could trust him-- as far as one could trust an alien, that is. A sort of working relationship had been built, and that went a long way with the astrophysicist. It was Jon, really, that sort of weirded him out. Still, he'd seen stranger things. Kind of. To work for the SGC meant that one had to keep one's mind open to many, many, many things, so many different possibilities. Energy beings. Life suckers. Snakes that bury themselves in people's heads, 'incubated' in people's guts... shadow creatures. Dinosaurs. Doesn't mean he liked it, however.

Step. Step. Breathe. Not too deeply, no. He'd positioned himself in the middle of the group out of habit. In good times, McKay was out of shape. He was a /theoretical/ astrophysicist. Never trained with guns, never trained in military tactics even though he was on a 'gate team'. By now, they'd have forgotten him, Zelenka replaced him, and the entire city was at the bottom of the ocean, thanks to the man's incompetence. Truth be told, he probably wouldn't have minded Rose's aid. After all, while he wouldn't classify her as a hot blonde, she was cute. On the flip side, however, if anything happened to his laptop, he would probably have a nervous breakdown.

Step. Step. Breathe. Not too deeply. One foot in front of the other as his thoughts shifted towards the 'are we there yet?'. "How far" *pant* "is it?"