His name is Lieutenant James Watson and the first that Cameron sees of him is when Major Lorne and Sergeant Stackhouse stumble out of the wormhole, clutching the Lieutenant's limp body between them. The rest of their colleagues, including one half of Colonel Sheppard's team, emerge seconds later with their backs to the gate room and their weapons still firing into the horizon. The ensuing chaos is all too familiar to him even if the people and surroundings are not.
He watches helplessly as various members of the expedition shout orders with a proficiency that reveals that they too are more experienced in these situations than they would like. He doesn't miss the anger and frustration that emanate from the two natives of the Pegasus galaxy that he has yet to be formally introduced to, both barely acknowledging Dr. Weir's request for an immediate debriefing before stalking past him and into her office.
With his team mates and the city's senior staff otherwise occupied, Cameron takes the opportunity to continue his explorations before returning to the balcony that he had had passed earlier, one that had offered an extensive view of Atlantis. He has already taken a step onto the platform before he notices the lone figure at the far end. She doesn't move, and he hesitates for a moment before slowly approaching her.
"Hey."
She turns reluctantly to face him, one hand retaining it's tight grip on the railing as the other falls to her side. "Colonel Mitchell. Please accept my apologies for earlier -"
"Don't worry about it. Believe me, I understand." He returns her unflinching gaze as she tries to gauge his sincerity. Content in the knowledge that he does appreciate her feelings, Teyla turns her attention to the sea once more.
"How is he?"
"Dr. Beckett says that he will make a full recovery."
"That's good." He sighs, resting his elbows on the cool metal as his eyes feast on the sight of the immense city below them. "It's not your fault, you know."
"You were not there," she replies icily.
"I didn't have to be. I've seen enough of what goes on around here to know that none of you were to blame." His confidence surprises her, and he is pleased to see her fists relax slightly against the metal railing. It is several minutes before he hears her voice again.
"We should have been more careful."
"Shoulda, woulda, coulda...at the end of the day, he's still alive. And so are you. That's all that matters."
Her mouth twitches as she turns to face him. "Are you always likes this?"
"You mean wise beyond my years? Yes, yes I am."
"Those are not the words that I had in mind." He can't help but smile at the hint of amusement in her voice as her hands finally leave the railing. As he turns to watch her leave, Cameron has to remind himself that while there may be some sights and sounds in this galaxy that are all too familiar, there are many that are not. And he has always been in favour of new experiences.