Sam and Jack left the locker room, intending to go their separate ways when they were cornered by a camera crew. "Colonel O'Neill, Major...O'Neill, I guess..." A balding middle-aged man wearing a charcoal colored jacket and khaki pants greeted.
Sam smiled. "It's Carter."
"Right. I'm sorry. I'm Emmett Bregman." He said, his hand outstretched.
She accepted it carefully. "Nice to meet you."
"And Colonel, it's an honor to meet you."
Jack just nodded, one eybrow raised skeptically.
"Thank you."
"I would like to interview you both."
"For what?" Jack asked.
"Jack, this is the documentary crew that we got a memo about last week." Sam said.
He gave her a look that betrayed his cluelessness. "Right."
"So, do you both have some free time? I would love to..."
"Look, my favorite color is peridot. I think Tibet should be free, and..." He saw Sam and stopped. "And my favorite television show is The Simpsons."
"Really? 'Cuz I heard something about Mary Steenburgen..."
Jack coughed and Sam managed to hide a chuckle as he got into the elevator. "Sam, you coming?"
"Not yet...I have that briefing with SG-9, remember?"
Jack nodded. "Okay...have fun."
She smiled. "Yeah, sure ya betcha!"
The elevator door shut and Sam turned to go into the control room and up the stairs to the briefing room.
"Major Carter?" Bregman asked, trying to catch up wtih her.
"Yes?"
"I take it Colonel O'Neill isn't particularly gung-ho about the interview."
"You'd be right." She said, barely turning.
"Are you free for an interview later this afternoon?"
She turned, holding the railing for support. "Mr. Bregman, I will be unable to help you out today."
He nodded. "Thanks. Tomorrow, maybe?"
"Mr. Bregman, I'm late for a meeting. I'm afraid I can't commit to anything at this time."
"Sure..." He said, as she turned and walked back up the stairs.