Chapter XV

The next few days were rather uneventful. She was questioned about her limited knowledge about the Gould and their technology. The questions they asked her pertained mostly to the Gould, not her own personal experiences, which she was grateful for. She was staying in a small room in the underground base, not doing much. The only person she felt remotely comfortable with was Daniel, she was interested in archeology and, frankly, he just seemed…calm sometimes, and not judgmental. Nice. She hadn't seen O'Neill, Carter, or Klorel since they arrived. Daniel said something about the Tokra, and removing the Gould symbiote, but they hadn't told her much about anything. They let her have access to the internet, books, Daniel's office, the commissary, and most of the random requests she had. Not that those were many. She felt like they were waiting for something, but she didn't know what. She had a feeling that they were all discussing what exactly to do with her now, but none of them would tell her anything concerning her future to her face. She just had to wait.

On the fourth day, Echo was lying on her bed listening to very loud, very harsh music. Daniel knocked and rolled his eyes, how could she possibly know what kind of music people her age listened to on earth? She looked like such a normal teenager. It was weird. She definitely wasn't normal. She couldn't hear him come in with the music on so he walked up to her, tapping her on the shoulder. "AHHHHH!" Echo jumped up and grabbed the nearest utensil from her untouched food tray. She thought it was a fork but, "A spoon?" inquired Daniel. She looked at her hand and considered, "Hey, I've seen some pretty gruesome things done with a spoon…" Daniel grinned, she didn't seem quite as depressed as before, "You know, you really should eat that. It's good for you." Echo poked the food, "Nothing that color green could be good for you. Besides, I swear I saw it move about an hour ago." Daniel was fairly certain that she was kidding, but he thought he'd seen commissary food move before too, so he decided not to comment. "They want you up in the briefing room, to ask just a few more questions."