The fact that a steamsmith like Sukari knew exactly what made good unofficial handholds to get up onto the first car roof, Jack thought, was either unnerving evidence of how well steamsmiths knew the Koutetsujou, or depressing proof of how stir-crazy people were getting after being stuck three weeks on the same armored train. Possibly both.
Definitely both, Jack concluded, spotting the shimmer of purple silk, a handmaid’s more modest blue, and a steamsmith’s jacket on top of the locomotive ahead. He restrained the urge to wave at the pretty girls. Because there was more green up there than just Kajika’s jacket; green streaked with white, and for an engineer Ikoma was doing a damn fine job standing in the way of any possible shot at Ayame.
Daniel thumped down on the roof beside him, trying to fold his legs into a reasonably comfortable seat on sun-warmed steel. “They’re watching us.”
“I’d watch us too,” Jack admitted. “They just unloaded extremely sensitive, need-to-know info on people they only met two days ago. They’re not over here listening, they’re being polite… but Ayame’s got to be wondering what we’re going to do with it.”
Sam tucked a jacket under herself to sit down, cushioning herself against hot metal. Darn, Jack wished he’d thought of that first. “Sir, is it my imagination, or…?”
Teal’c sat stable as if they were on solid ground, not a swaying roof. “It is not, Major Carter. The three about Lady Ayame ensure that we would not have a clear shot.”
“We aren’t planning on shooting them.” Daniel swallowed, and looked at Jack dead on. “Are we?”
“No,” Jack said firmly. Because if Daniel was wondering about shooting people, his team was well and truly rattled. And who wouldn’t be. “We need these guys if we’re going to stay alive on this planet. And we have to stay alive, and get back to Keishi, because otherwise some idiot back in the Pentagon is going to wonder if we really meant zombie apocalypse. And want to check. And then everything goes to hell.”