"It's like driving past a car crash. You really don't wanna look, but you just can't help it."
She glances to her side to try and ascertain the identity of her companion, and is rewarded with a grin as he turns to face her. "You must be Teyla. Cameron Mitchell."
She is about to take his outstretched hand into hers when a loud cry of exasperation from the other side of the room grabs their attention. "No! You're wrong!"
"No, you're wrong!"
This time, Teyla doesn't bother to hide the smile that has been playing on her lips since she first entered the room and caught Rodney and Sam in the midst of a heated discussion over the capability of the latest naquadah generators. Her shoulder brushes Cameron's arm as she turns to face the sparring duo, and she finds her body reacting to his as he shakes with laughter. A lull in the scientists' remonstration results in their attention being caught by the stifled noises of amusement from their visitors.
"Cam...is there something funny about naquadah generators that you'd like to discuss?" His grin fades as he recognises the dangerous tone of Sam's voice.
"Yes, Teyla, perhaps you would like to share with the rest of the class? Hmm?" She immediately adopts a neutral expression as Rodney folds his arms and glares at her. She feels Cameron's fingers wrap lightly around hers as he bends down to whisper in her ear, "Quick, retreat!"
They back out of the room slowly, barely allowing the door to slide shut before succumbing to the laughter. Behind them, they hear the entrance to the lab begin to open, and Teyla instinctively grabs Cameron's hand before racing down the corridor. They finally come to a halt at the transporter, Rodney's voice still echoing through the hallways.
Slumping against the wall, she looks up to see Cameron watching her with an amused expression. "I suppose it could've been worse. At least we didn't bring Dr. Lee with us."
"And we should be grateful that Dr. Zelenka was not present."
He chuckles, still watching her as they recover from their exertions. "So...is there anywhere in particular that you like to go to escape the mad scientists?"
She smiles, reaching for the screen as she replies, "As a matter of fact, there is."
"Cool. My own personal tour guide." He can't resist resting his hand lightly on the small of her back as the door opens and she leads him out into the city.