Calli Hertz halted, twinkie and diet coke on her tray, the photo on the open page catching her attention. She...peered closer and was still stumped. She turned her head, her eye level now on par with...Daniel Jackson's.

"...Hellooo?" He asked more than stated, a little...not startled, no but...well..something.

"What's...that?" She looked at the odd shaped...thing in the photo again.

"Well...I'm thinking that is a relic which predates anything found on Earth...to, eh..date."
Daniel looked at the photo as well.

The woman studied the 'relic' with a keen eye. She...raised. "Cool." It was decided. She held her tray, slowly scanning the research material spread about Daniel Jackson's table. "This looks like 'Egyptian Stuff'. What has that got to do with an architect? That is what you 'do'...right?"

'Ok...see.." Daniel bit his lip and made a tiny 'grimace' face. "I'm not an architect...I'm an archeologist." He pronounced the word slowly...distinctively. "This...is what I do." He nodded to the table. "I read ancient texts in hope of somehow..." He gestured. "Coming to a better understanding of the Goa'uld and their ways."

Calli looked at the man. "What's to understand? They're bad guys. They don't like us..they try to kill us..we try to kill them."

"Yes, well...that's true, but hopefully...there's more."

"Like what?"

"Eh...well.. I..." Daniel drew in a breath. "Would you like to sit down?" He had noted her tray.

"...I'm not supposed to be talking to you." She remembered.

"Excuse me? Why?" Daniel was stumped.

"I'm not sure...Forbes just said." She shrugged, then...glanced about the semi-crowded luncheon area. "So..." She...sat, tray still in hand. "You translate things, right. I mean, you speak a lot of languages."

"...A few." Daniel didn't want to brag.

"Can you tell me what 'kruvis' means?"

"Where did you hear that word?" His curiosity was aroused.

"Coletti has the briefing room bugged. The Col..not mine...your's...said it when that thing zapped his brain. I was curious, that's all."

"Coletti has the....briefing room...bugged?"

"Oh, it's ok...we don't listen all the time, but Silar said it couldn't be done...not without detection and you know Coletti." She rolled her eyes. "He loves a challenge. That Ancient stuff is pretty neat." She clearly was impressed. "You must be as smart as Carter...if you understand it, I mean."

"Not even close, but...thank you for the thought." Daniel smiled.

"Well...I'm keeping you from.." She made to rise.

"No." For some reason he could not even begin to explain...Daniel didn't mind if she stayed a while longer. "A break would be welcomed, in actuality. We've...never spoken much."

"...You're SG-1." She scowled.

He shook his head slightly. "...And?"

She only scowled harder.

Daniel tried another route. "Please...eat. I'll join you." He picked up his coffee cup and glanced at his half-eaten sandwich which was now quite stale.

Calli sought a topic a 'smart guy' would find interesting. She sought and sought. She was used to hanging out mostly with Coletti.....she had nothing.

"You like twinkies...you take one with you each time you go through the gate." He had noted the fact. "For...good luck?" They were SG-13, after all.

"No...because I like them." She frowned.. She returned her interest to the photo. "Can you read the writing on that thing?"

"Actually..yes. This particular piece was found in the 30's in a dig in South America." He pointed. "This is Asgard...these symbols represent unity...brotherhood. Jack said the Asgard mentioned four races of beings that made up an alliance of—" He grinned self-consciously. "You aren't really interested in this, are you. I tend to rattle on when..."

"No, 'Archeological Guy"....I told you...I think it's cool." Calli differed. "So...what does it say?"

"Really?" Daniel was more than happy to continue, but maybe she was just being polite.

"Forbes says I 'rattle on' too." She chanced a smile. "He says my mouth works before my brain. Coletti doubts I possess one."

"...They're wrong." Daniel was just beginning to see that.
She grinned and showed dimples. "Oh, yeah? How do you know that?"

"Because I'm the 'Archeological Guy' and I'm almost as smart as Carter." The man quipped. If only to see those dimples again. He had never even seen her smile let alone...that.

She did not disappoint him. Then, a thought struck her. "Oh, hey...I'm sorry about those photos we pasted around the base...of when you 'returned'..." She "quoted" with her fingers and a cold chill ran down Daniel's spine. "Last time....what's it like to kick off?"

"Photos." Daniel recalled those...photos.

"In the flag? You got cute legs." She crinkled her nose and Daniel...tried not to smile. He cleared his throat gently.

"Too much?" She sighed. "I'm used to being around Marines. I say too much too soon sometimes."

"No..." Daniel found her candor quite refreshing. "You have great...legs, too."

She blanked. "Excuse me?"

"The first few times you guys switched the shower sign? I forgot to check one time...I left immediately."

She flushed a little. "What goes around." She philosophized. "Pay backs are...well, they suck." She admitted. "So...what's it say?" She grabbed her coke and pointed to the page.

Daniel explained and they passed a rather pleasant hour, in his opinion, although...admittedly, he had done most of the talking...and then she had to go back on duty.

Daniel was left with an entirely different view-point of at least one member of SG-13.