Day 2
Pretends it's a normal Monday. Gets dressed at the crack of dawn and makes her bed, strolls to the commissary for breakfast, a delicious breakfast that absolutely nobody made because in their time-addled brains, they sent the chef and his men down to the stargate on a planet and they probably still haven't made it through yet moving at only a microsecond a year, and if she has to stay here a year—she will not be staying here a year.
The General sets them all straight, tells Samantha to conjure up a table and some chairs since it's fruitless to keep using the big empty mess hall for the six of them. Divvies up the duties and unfortunately, she's going to have to cook one meal for everyone every other day since she really serves no other vital purpose.
He dismisses them, off to do general-y things, and leave them to straighten out what needs to be done. Samantha rushes to her lab, Daniel to the Asgard Core, Cameron huffs away again, this time in the opposite direction of everyone else, and Muscles stares at her a moment before exiting.
Another nervous laugh escapes her when she's alone.
