"This is... interesting, but why isn't your body here, Carson?" Elizabeth asked. The strange, multi-voiced body of Rodney McKay was starting to get to her, in more ways than one.
"We were getting to that, but if you want the quick and messy; Rodney wasn't strong enough to drag me to the infirmary." Carson said, chuckling. "He practically fai-, uh... passed out." The Scotsman added, trying (miserably) to contain his laughter. Weir saw that, though his voice was jovial, his eyes were scowling, definitely McKay.
"Well what was I supposed to do?" came Rodney's voice. "It was nothing but dead weight."
"Speaking of which," Elizabeth said, to avoid any further insults between the two, "is... your body... alright?" she asked, wondering if she had phrased that correctly.
"Yes and no," Rodney started, but Carson finished, "We determined that the crystal transferred only my higher brain functions, what makes me, me. Everything that controls how my body works, and runs itself, was left behind. It's very similar to a Stage 1 Coma. If it weren't for the fact that there's no conscious mind in my body, I, or... it... could wake up at any time."
"Is there a way to reverse the... effect?" Dr. Weir asked, stopping herself before uttering the word 'damage', realizing Carson might take offense.
"These are the Ancients we're talking about," Rodney said, "they've got redundancy upon redundancy, I have no doubt that there is a way to reverse this... but," he began, yet couldn't finish.
"But what?" Weir asked suspiciously.
"It's like I've been saying since we got here; the Ancients, this city, so much of their technology is just, light-years beyond us that, even though I'm sure there's a solution, I don't know if I'll be able to find it." Rodney's sober attitude worried Elizabeth a little. By no stretch of the imagination could he be considered a ray of sunshine, however, no matter how bad he said he had it, there was always... a light in his eyes that told her he was going to succeed. That light was gone now.
"I have faith in you Rodney, and you, Carson. I'm sure that you and the rest of the science team be able to figure this out." She said, smiling sincerely. "I'll fill Major Sheppard in and have him help you get your body in here Carson." If there was one thing Elizabeth Weir knew, it was that John Sheppard would handle this situation with tact and understanding.