May sipped her orange juice, gauging the reactions in the room. Everyone else looked supremely bored at the revelation, but... it made sense, really. Aliens seemed to fit the explanation for most of the technological weirdness of the past few days. "I wish Dad were here," she mumured, thinking aloud. "He'd be in geek heaven."
She racked up another language on the list of languages Daniel spoke as Jon mentioned the Gaelic. English, Japanese, Aramaic, something that wasn't Japanese (whatever that other couple in the clearing spoke), and now Gaelic. She'd intended to get the Doctor the other night, but it was probably best that she'd run into Daniel instead given his linguistic skills. /How many languages does this guy speak already?/ She took another gulp of her orange juice as Sam asked about Faith.
"Wishful thinking. I'd love to tell Dean that he hooked up with E.T."
May nearly spit out her drink at that, but saved herself from hosing Jon and Daniel down and nearly choked instead. "You okay?" Jon asked.
She swallowed and nodded. "Yeah. Bad timing. Not funny," she added at Sam's smile. Somehow, the citrus hitting her sinuses must have kick-started her brain because something important occurred to her. "But seriously, with all this talk of aliens, has anyone figured out exactly where we are? On Earth, I'm assuming, but beyond that? The way we got dumped here, we don't really have a point of reference."
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[Mayday] It's ancient ... and it's alien (open tag)
Date: 2006-08-25 07:00 pm (UTC)She racked up another language on the list of languages Daniel spoke as Jon mentioned the Gaelic. English, Japanese, Aramaic, something that wasn't Japanese (whatever that other couple in the clearing spoke), and now Gaelic. She'd intended to get the Doctor the other night, but it was probably best that she'd run into Daniel instead given his linguistic skills. /How many languages does this guy speak already?/ She took another gulp of her orange juice as Sam asked about Faith.
"Wishful thinking. I'd love to tell Dean that he hooked up with E.T."
May nearly spit out her drink at that, but saved herself from hosing Jon and Daniel down and nearly choked instead. "You okay?" Jon asked.
She swallowed and nodded. "Yeah. Bad timing. Not funny," she added at Sam's smile. Somehow, the citrus hitting her sinuses must have kick-started her brain because something important occurred to her. "But seriously, with all this talk of aliens, has anyone figured out exactly where we are? On Earth, I'm assuming, but beyond that? The way we got dumped here, we don't really have a point of reference."