Another! Hope you like the new character.

She briefly looked around the commissary and realized she knew absolutely no one in sight. Holding her tray, she headed to a mostly deserted table. "Do you mind if I join?" she asked a woman who was sitting by herself, reading a book.

"No, by all means," she replied in a British accent as she looked up, smiling.

Emma set her tray on the table and sat down. "Oh my God, you're the girl I ran into two days ago," she confessed, eyes wide with horror.

"And you're the girl who ran into me," she smirked.

"Again. So sorry about that," she grimaced.

"Really. It was fine," she assured her, shaking her head, "It's…easy to get distracted by all the bench pressing marines and air force men," she said smugly, raising an eyebrow.

"But really," Emma laughed, nodding.

"I wasn't actually tying my shoe," she admitted, licking her lips. "I just wanted to catch his eye," she said half smiling, nodding to an air force man behind Emma. She turned around to look and saw him nod back to her new acquaintance, a small smile on his face. "Major Evan Lorne," she exhaled loudly, her piercing blue eyes still on him.

This woman reminded Emma of others she had known in the past – the sensual, seductive brunette who got every man she set her sights on, but rejected any who approached her that didn't spark her interest.

"Anyway," she said lightly as she turned her gaze back to Emma, her intensity fading, "You're new," the girl stated simply. "I'm Lacey," she said, holding out her hand.

"Emma," she replied, shaking her hand.

"So, what brings you to this corner of the galaxy?" she asked, leisurely gesturing around them.

"Linguist," she responded, "There was apparently a pretty significant lack of qualified language experts here," she explained. "You?"

"Botanist. Xeno-botanist," she laughed, waggling her eyebrows.

"Nice," she smiled, "So uh what part of England are you from, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Bristol," she replied.

"I thought so! By your accent… I have good friends in Bristol!" Emma exclaimed, opening up.

"You know it?"

"I went to school in the UK."

"Where to?" she asked curiously.

"Oxford," she answered shyly.

"Look at you," Lacey teased, the glint back in her eyes. "That's impressive. Especially for a Yank," she added with a thrust of her left shoulder. "So where are you from?"

"The fine state of Texas," Emma answered, laying her accent on thick.

"Excellent," Lacey giggled, "I don't know if I've ever met a real Texan before."

"Yeah, we're a pretty elusive breed," Emma joked. She took a swig of her water and caught Ronon's eye who looked away as soon as their eyes met. She couldn't even be sure that he had been looking her way. He was sitting alone. "What do you know about that man?" she asked Lacey.

"Over in the corner?" she clarified, glancing over her shoulder.

Emma nodded.

"Ah Ronon. Ronon Dex," she said, her voice dropping half an octave, seeming to savor every syllable of his name, "Best shag I've had in a long time," she sighed.

Emma's jaw dropped slightly. "You? And him?" Her eyes danced from Lacey's refined porcelain features and smooth raven locks to Ronon's coarse exterior and brooding demeanor.

"Mmm," she said, swallowing, "Just once. Didn't really mean anything," she shrugged off.

"Where's he from? He dresses...different," Emma observed.

"He's from a planet called Sateda," Lacey answered, "It was completely destroyed by the Wraith about ten years ago."

She felt a chill run up her spine. "So then he's not from Earth," she said more to herself than her lunch company.

"No. He's…an interesting fellow. Doesn't talk much. Doesn't have too many friends. Doesn't smile much…" she trailed off momentarily, "The strong silent type," she summarized.

"Seems kinda scary," she laughed nervously.

"He's honestly a good person," she responded, "He just…has a quick temper."

She laughed bitterly to herself. "I know the type." They talked for a bit longer about where they were from and about Atlantis. Fifteen minutes later, she looked at her watch. "Oh fuck! I'd better get back to work," she grimaced.

"You swear almost as much a Brit," Lacey teased, resting her chin on her fist.

"Much to the chagrin of my genteel southern mother," she scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Anyway, it was great to meet you," she smiled, "and uh…not trip over you this time," she added with a nervous chuckle.

"Yeah you too Emma," she murmured distractedly as Major Lorne headed her way. "Hello Major," Lacey said in a low voice that even turned Emma on as she left.

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