Up close and in person, the thing still didn't look much like a ship, Jack decided when Jacob and the other Tok'ra led him, Sam and Daniel into the hangar. It looked like-

"It kind of looks like a coffee can…" Daniel said, looking at it just as curiously as Jack and Sam were – moreso, really, because there were symbols on it that the others probably didn't even realize were symbols and not decorations. He'd have to figure out what they said – his Ancient wasn't all that great, yet, but he was getting better every time he was exposed to the language.

Jack glanced over at Daniel, but he had to agree.

"Coffee cans don't fly, Jacob…."

"If they had wings they could," Jacob said, heading to the back end of the coffee can – er- ship. He'd been right about there not being much room in the hangar for more than the amount of people that were there, as proven by the fact that he had to edge through a narrow space between the wall and the ship.

"So could pigs," Jack muttered, but only Sam heard it.

She smiled and headed for the same narrow space Jacob had just moved through. Had she been even 8 months along instead of 7 and a half, she'd never have been able to get through, but she did, and she waited for Jack and Jaffer to join her at the base of the ramp at the back of the ship.

Looking inside while she waited, she could see what looked like a cargo hold. Not a large one, but it looked like one, and the inside definitely made it look more like a ship than the outside did.

Jacob and the other Tok'ra were already up the ramp and inside it when Jack joined Sam, and the retired general looked down at them.

"We think it might be out of power or something," Jacob said. "We can't-"

At that moment, though, Sam and Jack – with Jaffer and Daniel behind them – all walked up the ramp, and immediately a set of lights and wall panels lit up.

Jacob stared at Sam.

"What did you do?"

Since she hadn't done anything but walk up the ramp, there wasn't anything she could tell him.

"Nothing."

The other two Tok'ra looked at Sam as well, with expressions Jack couldn't read, but decided he didn't like. He moved slightly, stepping between them even though he wasn't looking at them.

"It looks like a ship on the inside," he said, looking around, and keeping one eye on Sam while the other was always on the Tok'ra.

"It's definitely Ancient," Daniel said, looking around as well, and moving up to the front of the craft, where there were seats for the pilot and a co-pilot – or maybe for a navigator. He saw the panel on the consol between the two seats and all the symbols and saw that some of them were the same as the symbols on the Stargates – but not all of them. He wondered what they meant, but before he could say anything to anyone, Jack and Sam had joined him, and again lights came on all over the interior of the craft as they did.

"How didyou fix it, Sam?" Jacob asked from behind them.

She looked at him, and shrugged again, mystified. She didn't know anything now that she hadn't known five minutes ago, and had no idea at all why the lights were coming on.

"I don't know that I did," she said. "I didn't touch anything."

"Maybe it's on remote control," Jack suggested, sarcastically. "Just a big people trap waiting for the right amount of warm bodies before closing up and flying away with us."

Daniel looked around, just a little alarmed at that, but Jack gave him a partial smile.

"Just kidding, Daniel."

"Actually, Jack," Daniel said, sitting down in the pilot's chair, but carefully not touching anything. "I don't think the Ancients would ever make something like that. A people trap, I mean."

He looked around him, awed by the ship he was sitting in.

"This thing could be millions of years old, you know…"

Sam went over and sat down in the other seat, already trying to figure out what made it work. Unlike Daniel, she was a pilot, and wasn't at all afraid to touch things. But nothing turned on, as near as she could tell.

"Maybe you need to give it a whack?" Jack suggested, still keeping more of his attention on the Tok'ra than on the ship he was in. "It's old… it might need a kick start."

"Or maybe the battery's drained…?" Daniel asked.

Sam frowned. There was really nothing more annoying than having a dozen people looking over your shoulder when you were trying to figure something out. And Daniel and Jack counted as at least a dozen each.

"Just give me a little time to check it out guys," she told them. "It's not like I can just walk into the thing and make it work, you know?"

"Sorry, Sam…" Daniel said, truly contrite. He should have known better – especially since he hated it when people did that to him; asking him what writing said only moments after his first look at it.

"Why don't we leave you alone with it, Sam?" Jacob said. "I'll go tell the others that you've managed to get the lights on, at least." Hopefully that would keep the rest of the Tok'ra – Cato especially – from continuing to doubt the wisdom of bringing her and the rest of them to the base.

"You do that, Jacob," Jack said, making it clear that he had no intention of leaving with him. "Daniel can start trying to translate what those symbols say and I'll… give my expertise where it's needed…"

Which meant he'd stand around.

Jacob smiled.

"You do that, Jack."

"I shall stay as well," Veda said, coming over to stand by Jack – but not too close since Jaffer insinuated himself between the Tok'ra and his Jack.

"I'll be back in a minute," Jacob said, heading for the ramp.

OOOOOOOO

"Okay…" Ian said, his dark eyes glittering with amusement. "Here's one… This horse walks into a bar, and the bartender says 'hey, why the long face?'"

The Cadet grinned, more amused by the glowering scowl on Cato's face than the joke itself – which wasn't all that surprising, since the joke wasn't all that great.

"Get it?"

"What is a horse?" asked Rach, who had been listening to the jokes as well – all of which had been completely baffling to the Tok'ra, and annoying to Cato in particular. Which was why Ian was still telling them.

"A large solid-hoofed herbivorous mammal –"

Ian was interrupted by the door to the hangar opening, and Jacob coming back in, looking extremely pleased.

"Sam's got it working."

Cato stood up; giving Ian an irritated look in response to the immediate gloating one the cadet gave him.

"Already?" Bern asked, surprised.

Jacob couldn't hide the pride in his expression – after all, Sam was his daughter, right?

"She's a genius, what can I say?"