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[ that's a lot of talking. john doesn't feel the need to respond to most of it, and there's a slight delay while he waits to make sure rodney's actually done before he answers at all. when he does, he offers a slight, sarcastic smile - because yes, hello, thanks for remembering. ]

Hi.

[ he hadn't really expected to see anyone else here. he's sort of made a habit out of ending up on the ass end of the universe on hostile ships all on his lonesome, really, and the truth is - rodney's not even remotely useless, but he's not exactly built for hostile territory, either.

he sort of wishes he had an extra gun to give him, but maybe it's for the best that he doesn't. chances are he'd try using it to scratch his back and end up shooting himself. there's a slightly awkward pause while he considers filling the space with something casual or assuming rodney might do the job for him, but when nothing happens, he goes for a very to the point and slightly impatient: ]

Where the hell are we?

What?

[ The question near enough snaps Rodney out of his nerves and he rolls his eyes, slams his locker closed over-dramatically and starts to wave his hands. He appears to have forgotten his possibly-morbid allergy to stasis fluid for now. ]

Oh, because obviously you haven't taken the time to read the provided information so yours truly has to do it for you. Or were you expecting magic, hmmm? Me to materialise an answer in the last minute or so that you couldn't find yourself and heroically save the day once more? Well I hate to break it to you but I'd actually need a star chart to ascertain that, or a navigation system of some sort -- or a window would be a start. Do you know this thing doesn't even have windows? I mean I'm assuming it was intended as some sort of transport vessel, but usually windows are considered a useful feature.

[ cue some more mostly patient waiting, but as soon as rodney's done (really done, there's one false start on sheppard's part somewhere in the middle there), he just goes back to square one with a sarcastic smile. ]

So what you're saying is we're on a windowless transport vessel in a section of space you can't navigate. See, I knew I could count on you. That's what we in the military like to call delegation.

[ which is complete crap, but just so rodney doesn't get to bask too much in his long-suffering hero complex, he tacks on something less useless. ]

And since I can see you're concerned, no, I haven't identified any hostiles in the immediate area. Which means you can continue to bemoan the loss of your precious windows without having to worry about being shot in the back. You're welcome.

[ banter aside, where the hell are they. it doesn't look atlantean and it doesn't look wraith, but he doesn't want to namedrop either of those, so- ] Does the architecture in here say "Pegasus" to you?

[ Rodney McKay, five times winner of least subtle man on Atlantis, squints at the question -- as if Sheppard may have said something particularly stupid but he can't quite be sure. ]

Pegasus? Do you --

[ And the penny drops. He pauses in the middle of attempting to half-pull clothes on underneath his towels like a girl in a changing room, glances around suddenly as if those hostiles John mentioned may be secretly listening in. This results in a slight stumble, and an awkward moment where he rights himself and attempts to regain dignity. Adopt, adapt and improve. ]

Well, I mean, not exactly. I don't recognise anything specific, although the technology level is... similar? It's interesting, actually, very 90s sci-fi. Mixture of mundane every-day things like lockers and showers and then suddenly, bam, stasis tubes, creepy hallways and weird structures. But, uh, no. Not anyone we know, I don't think. Unless they stole it.

[ this is so embarrassing. ]

Try not to hurt yourself.

[ that's on the clothes gymnastics, but it also gives him time to mull over rodney's feedback while his gaze drifts back towards the pods. he's not wrong about the 90s thing, what with the slick medbay and the dark halls; throw in some drool and freudian imagery and it's a ridley scott wet dream. ]

Are you sure it isn't 90s sci-fi? It wouldn't be the first time someone used our memories against us. Like with the - [ what the hell was that thing called ] Not-Hammond.

The what? What is the not-Hammond? Could you possibly be any less specific? Are we now going to refer to things by what they aren't? Am I going to call other people the Not-Sheppards, other cities the Not-Atlantis? What is this, some kind of puzzle game? Animal, vegetable, mineral?

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