Megabyte noticed that he wasn't the only one who shuddered or blanched at the mention of the "corner room." And most of those present had only heard about it. He'd only gotten to see it in black and white, but that was enough for him.
"We have their medical records," Daniel confirmed, a fact that Megabyte already knew. He'd been there when Daniel asked for them and Alex had immediately pointed them out. They were thick files for the few days that the women had been in captivity; even given that according to timestamps in the security system, it had been nearly ten days for the women, the files were still incredibly thick.
Megabyte hadn't tried to look at them. Not because he didn't think he could decipher what was done, but because he was afraid that he could.
"The Doctor, Dr. Pierson, Rodney, and I looked them over last night," Daniel continued. "They don't make for pleasant reading." From anyone else those words probably would have sounded patronizing, but a good deal of sincerity, sadness and anger -- well hidden by the calm on Daniel's face -- flowed from the archeaologist/soldier when he said those words.
"Why Rodney?" Megabyte asked.
"Because I am one of the --"
"Because Rodney has an understanding of the sorts of advanced technology, as well as a few of the other things we encountered in their files. Believe it or not, he can be helpful -- and discreet -- at times."
"Of course I can be discreet, I never would have --" Rodney stopped as a ding rang out, signifying a fresh pot of coffee. "Coffee's ready. Good. I think better with coffee."
Daniel shook his head, pushed his glasses up on his nose and continued as though uninterrupted. He looked directly at Scott. "If there aren't any objections, I don't see why you can't look at the files when we wrap up here. But it won't be my final call. They aren't my files."
Thinking about the files and the medical "procedures," Megabyte glanced at Scott. As much as he wanted to ask the man a question, he didn't want to do it aloud. Though he'd done what he had to do, revealed himself in order to rescue his friends, he felt a little odd about it now. There was no desire to continue to advertise that he was more than a little bit different.
He gave Scott a telepathic nudge, /Scott./
Megabyte waited until the man's head turned slightly and he knew that he had his attention. /I don't know how exactly how your healing works, but you said that you can tell what the drugs did to Ami. Could you check on Claire and the baby?/
[Megabyte, Daniel] And What About . . . (tag Scott, open)
"We have their medical records," Daniel confirmed, a fact that Megabyte already knew. He'd been there when Daniel asked for them and Alex had immediately pointed them out. They were thick files for the few days that the women had been in captivity; even given that according to timestamps in the security system, it had been nearly ten days for the women, the files were still incredibly thick.
Megabyte hadn't tried to look at them. Not because he didn't think he could decipher what was done, but because he was afraid that he could.
"The Doctor, Dr. Pierson, Rodney, and I looked them over last night," Daniel continued. "They don't make for pleasant reading." From anyone else those words probably would have sounded patronizing, but a good deal of sincerity, sadness and anger -- well hidden by the calm on Daniel's face -- flowed from the archeaologist/soldier when he said those words.
"Why Rodney?" Megabyte asked.
"Because I am one of the --"
"Because Rodney has an understanding of the sorts of advanced technology, as well as a few of the other things we encountered in their files. Believe it or not, he can be helpful -- and discreet -- at times."
"Of course I can be discreet, I never would have --" Rodney stopped as a ding rang out, signifying a fresh pot of coffee. "Coffee's ready. Good. I think better with coffee."
Daniel shook his head, pushed his glasses up on his nose and continued as though uninterrupted. He looked directly at Scott. "If there aren't any objections, I don't see why you can't look at the files when we wrap up here. But it won't be my final call. They aren't my files."
Thinking about the files and the medical "procedures," Megabyte glanced at Scott. As much as he wanted to ask the man a question, he didn't want to do it aloud. Though he'd done what he had to do, revealed himself in order to rescue his friends, he felt a little odd about it now. There was no desire to continue to advertise that he was more than a little bit different.
He gave Scott a telepathic nudge, /Scott./
Megabyte waited until the man's head turned slightly and he knew that he had his attention. /I don't know how exactly how your healing works, but you said that you can tell what the drugs did to Ami. Could you check on Claire and the baby?/