Jon scrubbed his face as he ran over the options in his head, weighing up which group to volunteer for if it came to a split. Daniel could take pretty good care of himself (as could McKay - allegedly - who also had the mysterious gene) so it might be worth traveling by foot.
"Sure -" He stopped abruptly as the ring transporter activated, snapping at anyone in the main corridor as he picked his angle. "Everyone get in with the pillar!"
By the time the rings rose Daniel and Harkness had also taken up positions with their own weapons, but all three lowered their aim when the distinctive sound of McKay mid-tirade echoed through the corridor.
"And who are you going to answer to when-!" McKay cut himself off, blinking like an owl. "Oh. We're here."
"Is your head far enough out of your ass to notice? Congratulations!" Molly rolled her eyes and made what appeared to be a frustrated getaway, closely followed by the rings' other passengers.
Jon surprised himself by feeling a little defensive of the scientist, but refrained from commenting. "McKay, your toy is just through there - woah -"
"How many times do I have to explain that these machines are incomparably sensitive?" the man sniped, barging past anyone in his way. That reset button obviously worked quickly. "Who knows what kind of damage you might have done by the simple act of breathing.."
The arrogant posturing trailed off as he approached the pillar and stared at it like he'd just found an oasis.
"So.." Jon began, sidling up with his hands in his pockets. McKay looked ready to turn on him again so he put on his Colonel face and cut him off. "Hey! Just wishing you luck, Rodney, I know you just got here. You can quit whining too - you know you're going to enjoy this more than pulling a radio apart, so get on and do your thing."
"My 'thing'?"
"Ya, your thing," Jon echoed right back, smirking. "Figure out the puzzle, save the girls, gain thanks from otherwise hostile natives. This enemy is only human, Rodney: it should be a piece of cake by your standards."
McKay drew himself up, chest puffing out a little. "Well yes, I suppose I do make a significant contribution -"
"Great!" the teenager interrupted, spinning on his heel as he walked back to the rings. Ego-pandering was not his favorite pastime. "I need some fresh air. Anyone else need fresh air?"
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[Jon] As I Was Saying... (open tag)
Date: 2006-07-19 02:58 pm (UTC)"Sure -" He stopped abruptly as the ring transporter activated, snapping at anyone in the main corridor as he picked his angle. "Everyone get in with the pillar!"
By the time the rings rose Daniel and Harkness had also taken up positions with their own weapons, but all three lowered their aim when the distinctive sound of McKay mid-tirade echoed through the corridor.
"And who are you going to answer to when-!" McKay cut himself off, blinking like an owl. "Oh. We're here."
"Is your head far enough out of your ass to notice? Congratulations!" Molly rolled her eyes and made what appeared to be a frustrated getaway, closely followed by the rings' other passengers.
Jon surprised himself by feeling a little defensive of the scientist, but refrained from commenting. "McKay, your toy is just through there - woah -"
"How many times do I have to explain that these machines are incomparably sensitive?" the man sniped, barging past anyone in his way. That reset button obviously worked quickly. "Who knows what kind of damage you might have done by the simple act of breathing.."
The arrogant posturing trailed off as he approached the pillar and stared at it like he'd just found an oasis.
"So.." Jon began, sidling up with his hands in his pockets. McKay looked ready to turn on him again so he put on his Colonel face and cut him off. "Hey! Just wishing you luck, Rodney, I know you just got here. You can quit whining too - you know you're going to enjoy this more than pulling a radio apart, so get on and do your thing."
"My 'thing'?"
"Ya, your thing," Jon echoed right back, smirking. "Figure out the puzzle, save the girls, gain thanks from otherwise hostile natives. This enemy is only human, Rodney: it should be a piece of cake by your standards."
McKay drew himself up, chest puffing out a little. "Well yes, I suppose I do make a significant contribution -"
"Great!" the teenager interrupted, spinning on his heel as he walked back to the rings. Ego-pandering was not his favorite pastime. "I need some fresh air. Anyone else need fresh air?"