The men at the incinerator wore hoods and heavy leathers to protect themselves from the heat and the substances they handled. Sam stood twenty feet back but didn't bother with the safety gear.

Daniel didn't, either – mostly because he wouldn't have been able to use his crutches with all that extra weight. Surely she heard him move up beside her, but she didn't look over. "This must be nice to see," he commented as the airmen loaded up a rack of vials and fed it into the heat.

She didn't answer.

"Sergeant Dawes woke up," he went on. "He's answering questions. Moving around pretty well. Janet thinks he's gonna be fine."

That earned a nod, at least, and after a moment, she asked, "How's your ankle?"

"I'm gonna be in an air cast for a couple of weeks. It's hardly the end of the world."

Again, she was quiet.

"Anise offered to-"

Sam's head swung over. "She's here?"

"Yeah. She came with the shipment to check on Jacob and talk to Janet."

The frown on his teammate's face as she turned away pretty clearly meant she was calling the woman nasty names in her head, but none of them leaked out.

"She offered to heal me, but, uh… I think I'd rather she just stayed out of it, frankly."

"Good plan. I wouldn't trust that woman as far as I could throw her." And she was obviously considering finding out how far that might be.

"Do we trust her to give us all of it?" Daniel asked. The substance was entirely too dangerous for the Tok'ra to handle, so the job of destroying it fell to the SGC. "To give up on this?"

Sam took a slow, deep breath before she said, "She's done enough damage. She knows that."

Another load of supplies went into the incinerator.

"How are you and your dad?" he asked gently.

She watched the flames spike through the glass window for a long moment. "We've come through worse than this."

Shifting his crutches, Daniel wrapped a warm arm around her waist. And together, they watched their troubles burn.