“So… I’m guessing we need to strip down?” Jack glanced at his team. “Er. Could be a little awkward.”
Kibito seemed to relax a little, and cast a smile Sam’s way. “Well, we’re not a station. Don’t worry, we’ll call for a woman. And a screen.”
I was thinking about Teal’c, but yeah, that’s good too. “Thanks,” Jack nodded.
Kurusu took out a rag, and calmly started wiping down his blade. “Take a moment to calm yourselves. If no signs have shown by now, we should have some time.”
Knows it’s infectious and he’s wiping that down bare-handed… eh? Jack kept his face straight, nudging Daniel when it looked like the archaeologist might eye Kurusu’s eerie sword a little too obviously. The sharp edge still looked like steel, but the blade itself seemed coated with something black laced with… shimmering orange veins. An all too familiar shimmer.
Daniel glanced at him, brows up behind his glasses, head tilted that direction.
Jack nodded. Yeah. Whatever those Kabane have, these people figured out some way to work with it.
Which meant their ammo might be interesting, yeah. In an old Chinese curse kind of way. He’d have to remind Sam to poke it carefully. From the way the major was frowning at their hosts’ guns, she was trying to figure out how to take them apart already.
Kibito stepped back to the wall, singling out another brass tube. “Everyone who fought the Kabane, come to the sortie car for inspection!”
“Speaking tubes?” Daniel muttered under his breath. “That’s so….” A slight thump, as if they’d hit an irregularity in the track, and Daniel glanced up to the ceiling. And kept looking. “Jack.”
And that was a Jack, that looks interesting, not a Jack, need gun now. Curious, Jack looked up too.
A cylinder of glass; half shielded by steel, half protected behind a wire grate, glowing a familiar yellow-white. Very, very familiar, down to the shape of the hot filament inside.
Electric lights. Ooookay.