Jonas Quinn rotated his shoulder with a sigh. There was no doubt in his mind that the member of SG6 had slammed into him in the hallway intentionally regardless of the smirking apology. If Sgt. Delgado thought the not-so-subtle animosity would make him quit, he was sadly mistaken. Jonas Quinn was nothing if not persistent.
Entering his lab, Jonas immediately grabbed the universal remote and turned on both the television and the CD player. His music of choice these days was a style called Big Band. It sounded a bit like the music from his homeworld, but not much. The television was turned, as usual, to his favorite channel, The Weather Channel. He watched for a moment as a documentary on storm chasing played out.
He absentmindedly flicked on his electric teakettle, eyes still glued to the screen. He wondered what it would be like to see one of this world's tornadoes in person. They had an elegant ferocity that fascinated him. Kelowna's geology was such that tornadoes were so rare as to be mythical. To seek one out as the people in the program did, seemed to him to be the height of foolishness, but he couldn't help a certain wistful longing.
Shaking his head at the fancy, Jonas turned to his computer screen and the translation of the cryptic tablets SG9 found on P2Q-111. Recognizing a few of the glyphs, he went to a bookshelf and pulled out one of Dr. Jackson's notebooks. Settling down with the notebook and the screen, he got to work.