Jolinar?

Holly was fast asleep when Carter entered her quarters, with Janet Frasier dozing herself at the womans side.
"Holly." Carter called touching the young woman's face.
"What's going on?" Janet Frasier exclaimed sleepily.
"Sleeping on the job huh?" Carter asked her friend smiling.
"Cassie had an earache last night. I was up all night with her."
"No wonder you're tired." Sam remarked sympathetically..
"So what's going on?" her friend repeated
"I think I know a way to stop the invasion. I need to know If Holly knows who Jolinar is." Samantha Carter told her.
"Jolinar." Janet Frasier repeated. "Why?"
"Holly?" Sam called again.
Holly rubbed her eyes stirring at Sam's call. She was now wearing customary blue overalls, under which both her leg and arm had been treated and bandaged.
"Mom?"
"No honey, it's Sam. I need to ask you something."
The youngster sat up. "Shoot."
"Has you mother ever spoken of someone called Jolinar, and a race called the Tok'ra?" she asked.
"I don't think so why?" came the reply.
"They're enemies of the Goa'uld. Are you sure you've never heard of her speak of them, or a person called Martouf?"
"Pretty sure. You think they can help?"