Daniel frowned as he noticed she was still here, silently writing down while studying the Goa'uld tablet on the middle table.
He leaned over to inspect her work. She had corrected the part he did and seemed to have translated the rest flawlessly - as far as he could tell.
"Have you done this kind of work before?"
"A few times. Qetesh had a strange fascination for old, forgotten dialects. I picked up a few useful things."
"More than a few by the looks of it," he said appreciatively, and she hated how his off-handed compliment made her long for more.