Yeah.

…Those Scottish Eyes…

…X…

"So," Mitchell said.

"So," Sheppard smirked.

"Stop copying me," Mitchell frowned, crossing his arms.

"I'm not copying you," Sheppard says, crossing his arms. Mitchell looks him up-and-down.

"You kind of are."

"You're kind of annoying," Sheppard said thoughtfully.

"You're kind of useless," Mitchell glared.

"Oh, like you've come up with any useful ideas on getting out of here," Sheppard scoffed.

"You're the one who gave the big speech and all."

"You've gotta be kidding me."

"Nope," Mitchell said, making the word pop.

"You really have no plan?"

"We're stuck in a whale. That doesn't really lend itself to planning. I can barely see."

"How did Jonah do it?" Sheppard asked, tapping his chin mockingly.

"How am I 'sposed to know?"

"I'm trying to bounce ideas around here, okay?"

"No."

"What, I suppose you want to continue gossiping?" Sheppard asked, eyebrow inching up.

"Do you want to share more about you and Dr. Weir's elicit—"

"The air would last longer if there was only one of us. As in, if I killed you because you're so annoying."

"Carter would've figured this out by now," Mitchell said, egging him on.

"Rodney would've figured it out before Carter."

"Nuh uh."

"Uh huh."

"Nuh uh."

"Uh huh."

"Nuh uh."

"Uh huh. And I heard you have a crush on your CO's daughter, which is way worse," Sheppard smirked. He'd been saving that one.

"Who said that?" Mitchell snapped, irate.

"One Dr. Carolyn Lam?"

"…at least she's a medical doctor."

"…are you saying I should make a move on Beckett?"

"He's got that awesome Scottish accent," Mitchell mused.

"…it is pretty cool. He and Cadman are kinda an item."

"You should steal him away."

"…we really need to get out of here," Sheppard groaned.

"God yes."

"Stir-crazy is not nearly strong enough a sentiment."

"But he does have those really gentle eyes…" Mitchell continued, slightly out of nowhere. Sheppard stared at him.

"I wish I had a tape recorder."

"I'm not saying you shouldn't go after Dr. Weir. Just consider all your options."

"How hard did you hit your head?"

"…shut up."