The lab had a life of it's own, but then most labs Kylee had ever been in tended to have a unique personality to it. The technology lining the walls seemed to be archaic, and judging by the landline telephones this was truly a bygone era technologically she was witnessing. She was used to a world where everything was connected and compact, where as here there seemed to be a clunky machine for every little thing.

Laying on a gurney, she was dressed in only the bare minimum of a tanktop and shorts with sensors glued to every main muscle group, and a set adhered to her forehead as well. She almost second guessed her decision to agree to the tests, but brushed the thought aside, mostly because she had never had the chance to do an empirical study on her powers and she trusted Sam enough to allow her to get the data, at least to a certain degree.

Part of her wondered if she trusted this person because she looked like her mother, but figured that the SGC hadn't given her a reason to distrust them. It would likely be a matter of getting used to Samantha Carter as a person, and to make sure the lines between her and her mother didn't get crossed.

Sam's assurance and kindness certainly reminded Kylee of her mother and undoubtedly had a lot to do with their new rapport and how the military organization had managed to win her trust so far. Then again, Kylee tried to give everyone a fair shot as a general rule. And she was curious.

That didn't mean that her tolerance for these tests wasn't beginning to wear thin. She couldn't help but fidget uncomfortably as she was left to sit quietly for long stretches of time (that were probably minutes but felt like hours). Normally it would bother her, she was a speedster and sitting still just didn't sit well with her. The fact that she had nothing to distract her from the weight of her recent memories made this particularly difficult to bear. There was no escape from them, nothing like the hundreds of things she could do back home, videogames, fighting real crime, even studying for class.

Repressing a sigh, she turned her thoughts to her person, wondering if she was actually in fighting shape. Would she get aggro on some thief and fry them on accident like she had shocked Sam the other day? She did, after all, have blood on her hands.

Exhaling heavily again, she clenched her eyes together briefly before reaching up to pick at one of the censors on her forehead iratably, glancing to Sam with some hope that it would be over soon or that she would at least talk to her for a while.

Something must have shown on her face, because the older woman glanced at her for a moment before sending her a short smile. "Hang in there," Sam said with a patient tone. Those blue eyes of hers obviously trying and reassure her.

"You're asking a lot, Sammy," Kylee replied, lowering her hand to her chest. "If it helps I can turn it up a notch."

"I'd rather not short the censors. Also just Sam, please," Sam said as she focused on her work, glancing up only once at the teasing.

"Sammy is cute," Ky protested, though smiling wryly.

"True, but I outgrew that when I was little." Sam looked wistful for a moment, Ky smiling a bit trying to imagine a little girl, too big for her britches demanding to be called Sam like a grown up. That was how she read that admission, anyway.

"You're at rest but your nerve response is at least five times what we would expect with your body type. These readings are extraordinary," The Major muttered, charting off the results as they came in.

"Can I sit up?" Kylee asked, squirming uncomfortably in her seat and tapping her fingers still against the bed. She didn't even realize she was doing it, but Sam was watching her, frowning slightly.

The older woman sighed, but her frown turned into a gentle smile before she nodded

"I'll extrapolate the numbers from the readings I've already taken, just try to stay still. Five more minutes," Sam said in the most diplomatic tone she could offer.

Ky shrugged, pulling her knees to her chest and, resting her arms over them, five more minutes she could do. Mental math, or something. By the time she ran through all the tables she could think of, she looked up at the digital clock. Four more minutes. Good grief.

"Ky, why don't you tell me something about yourself?" Sam suggested, trying to distract her from herself, or at least fill the time. Ky looked up at her, not quite sure what she was asking her.

"What do you like to do?"

"Well…" There were many ways to answer that question, including communicating the boring everyday interests that she had. Music, cooking, video games, the same things most people had common interests in. Then there was the thing she had that was fairly unique to her, and was foreign to this world. Her being a superhero, was most certainly something she liked to do.

The more pressing question was how to say it without sounding like foolish or crazy, and whether or not she should even mention it at all.

May as well just come out and say it.

"I fight crime in my spare time," She pressed her lips together, knowing the sort of reaction she would get considering how alien her super powers had seemed to them.

Sam looked up at the young woman, brows raised at the comment about her being a superhero. Like from comics, but then with a outfit like the one she had stepped through the gate wearing, it shouldn't come as too much of a shock.

Still, it was surprising.

"Really? Superheroes… I really didn't think they were…"

"Possible?"

"Viable," Sam corrected. She once had superhuman strength, speed like Kylee's, and almost all natural abilities amplified. It was not at all impossible for Kylee to have super speed and electrical abilities, it was just difficult to explain on paper how it was done. It wasn't a retrovirus like it was with the three non-Gou'auld SGC members, this was genetic.

"How do you mean?" It was more of a prompt to continue, rather than a question made out of ignorance.

"Well, there are laws that would prohibit most vigilante crime fighting. Breaking and entering, searching without a warrant, collateral damage… just to name a few," Sam said, reaching for the sensors on her forehead and carefully detaching them and setting them in the on the table beside her.

"Well, there's good samaritan laws. You don't have to violate someone's privacy to catch them in the act. Besides that, we have super powered bad guys who regularly cause trouble and we had our hands full dealing with them," Kylee replied, reaching for her shoulder and gently prying off one of the pads.

"We?" Sam looked up at her, finding herself ever more curiouser about the situation as they spoke about it. "So there were more than just you."

"I had friends. Three of which got their powers the same time I did," Kylee replied, taking another pad off. They had little tiny spikes in the bottom so the process was rather delicate. Sam gazed at her sympathetically and tapped her ankles to signal her to stretch out so she could help.

"You're saying you weren't born with your powers?". Sam asked, gently tugging on Ky's ankles to signal her to stretch them out so she could help her pull some of them off. The fact that she wasn't born with her powers ticked off yet another theory, although it was one of the least likely at this point. She supposed she should just listen to her father and ask, but at least it had allowed them to get this experiment mostly over with.

"Nope. I've had them for a year or so," Kylee said, as a rather bemused smirk befell her face, while Sam turned back to her computer. Sam had only noticed the smile out of the corner of her eyes but was too focused on her work. She was pulled away from her concentration, though, when she felt her bangs lift off her forehead. She looked up just as Ky ran a hand through the older woman's hair, then raise her own hand to feel her hair sticking up, then shooting Kylee a look.

"Very funny," Sam said, turning her gaze to the mirror leaning against the wall on her desk.

"It's a good look on you," the girl quipped, given that her hair looked a bit like a faux hawk she was inclined to disagree. This was not her look. A knock at the door and she swung around in her seat, fighting down a flush to her cheeks as she smoothed out her hair.

One look at her and the Doctor shot a knowing look to Kylee, who was doing her best to feign innocence while prying off one of the pads.

"Looks like you two are getting along alright. How's my patient?" Fraiser opted to get right down to business, her bedside manner on point as always.

"Somehow managed to get classified as a lab rat, but otherwise hanging in there," Ky said, the last bit pointedly in the same manner that Sam had told her earlier. Sam pressed her lips together, choosing to play along with the girls' glib remarks.

"More like a guinea pig," Sam quipped and glanced to Ky. "But we haven't even gotten to the fun part yet. Speed, endurance, electrical outputs... We'll be busy for a while."

"You're gonna wanna build a treadmill that can handle my speed, because I don't think a nordic track is going to cut it," Kylee pulled off another few of the sensors, casting her eyes briefly to the Doctor who was looking her over.

Sam tilted her head, somewhat conceding the point. She hadn't considered it. "Maybe we'll just use a radar gun?" Her attention turning back to Janet.

"Anything I can do for you?"

"Just checking in, but I wanted to see how you were doing," Fraiser replied, looking more to Sam than to Kylee. She was all too aware of the condition of their new guest given that she'd been monitoring her health since her arrival. It was Sam who she had come to see primarily.

Sam could read Frasier fairly well, and knew her intent. Turning her head to Kylee, she nodded to her.

"Why don't you take a break?" She said, watching as Kylee's eyes brightened up. Then her form blurred with a crackle of static, and the rest of the sensors fell to the bed

"Wow. She really is fast," Janet said in amazement, looking between the door and her friend.

"But how is she doing? Emotionally?" the doctor asked, curious to see exactly how she'd been holding up, and given the fact that there was nothing that the Doctor could determine to be wrong about the girl's physical condition the only remaining concern so far was her mental status.

"She's not fully recovered yet. I think it's pretty clear that she has some complicated emotions to work through, but she's putting on a brave face. She needs time to heal," Sam said, sighing softly. Kylee wasn't the first person she'd seen go through trauma and push through it like she'd been doing. She'd faced it herself a couple of times, and she had more than half a mind to breach the topic with her herself.

"All appearances aside, I think she's adapting pretty well given the circumstances," Sam replied, though she hesitated.

"There's the possibility she's got some post traumatic stress as well. I wouldn't ask you to play psychologist but you are going to be working closely with her," Janet remarked, given the nature of the tests and just their close proximity. It wasn't as though Kylee would be leaving the base any time soon. Sam bit her lip as she thought about the fact that they were basically her support circle right now. She'd done it with Cassandra, but how was this any different?

"I know. Dad and I shared the results of the DNA test with her the other day," Sam said, looking notably more uncomfortable.

"Anything come out of it? Your father seemed open to the idea," Janet knew Jacob well enough now that she had gleaned some insight into the way he had changed his outlook thanks to Selmak. Family was more important to him ever.

"She overall accepts that we're basically family due to our blood relationship, and that's probably a good thing for her. I guess I'd rather have her have someone to look to for help than not at all," Sam replied, rubbing her knuckles a bit as she sorted her thoughts. "She said it was more like I was her mother's cosmic twin sister, because we're so different. And that makes sense."

"Sounds logical, if a bit reserved. Although that would make you an aunt and I know you've already had that experience. Either way, I suspect from her perspective, comparing you to her mother may be like comparing apples to oranges if the differences are that distinct," Fraiser remarked, trying to help Sam sort out her feelings on the matter.

There was an uneasy moment as Sam mulled over her thoughts, unsure as to whether she should be grateful or annoyed with Janet's interference (although she was leaning towards the latter). Then she figured that she might as well be honest, if out of nothing else, than respect for her friend and doctor.

"You know, Janet… Don't you think it's a bit funny that the only person who seems to attract their doubles and family from alternate realities is me?" Actually, that thought had merit. Was there something about her family that attracted things like that? Or was it just her? The odds of it being coincidental were… astronomical, but also a possibility.

"It's a little unusual to have happened twice in a year," Janet remarked, as she surmised that if it had been her in Sam's place the previous year, or Cassandra, or even a child yet to be born, she'd likely be having conflicting feelings as well.

"But as I recall, the last time, you and Dr. Carter made a good team and it didn't turn out too badly."

Sam wanted to smile at that, she did.

"It's just... in some universe out there, I gave all of this up... for her." She looked at the door Kylee had just disappeared through moments before. "And...while I can't imagine doing that now, I... I wanted kids, you know. I just never had time. In that universe, I made the time," she sighed, folding her hands

"It's... going to take a while to get used to this, I guess."

"Give it time. You'll figure each other out. In the meantime, don't beat yourself up about it."

"Thanks Janet," Sam nodded. She'd needed to hear that. This particular topic, meeting someone, getting married, having kids... There was a part of her that regretted choosing her career over family. It was like a small wound in her heart that was hard to get her mind off sometimes. Maybe this was her chance to have the best of both worlds?

O'Neill was on his way to the Commissary for lunch after a boxing session with Teal'c when he felt a gush of wind pass him by. He let a breath of air pass his lips as he picked up his step and turned into the messhall, looking on as several surprises onlookers turned their heads to see the girl skid to a stop. He crossed his arms, watching the girl with a scrutinizing gaze as she went through the line like everyone else, and the airmen went back to their normal duties.

He could have sworn that there had been a memo informing these people of what they were going to be dealing with for the foreseeable future. Though he suspected that that memo didn't say anything about dealing with the coming and goings of a speedy superhuman.

Of course the Colonel was willing to cut her some slack, her being new to the base. Heck, she'd probably never stepped foot on an American military base in her life. He focused instead on reading her body language, trying to get a read on who the kid was and how similar was she to Carter.

He watched her move through the line, picking an extra portion - a side of veggies - for good measure, and a couple extra cookies before seeking out an empty table. Going through the line himself, he grabbed a soda and started to make his way over to the table, sitting down next to the girl, hoping to tease out some answers out of her through some idle conversation.

"Y'know, this whole superpower thing. I tried that once. Didn't take." The experts always said that finding common ground was the best way to break the ice.

She looked up at the Colonial, one brow raised unsurely, not at all sure whether to take him seriously or not.

"No, I'm serious. Faster than a speeding bullet, stronger than a locomotive. You get the idea. Happened about two months ago," O'Neill continued, hoping to pique her curiosity enough to engage with him.

"Really?" Ky turned her focus to him, slipping her chin into her hand as he gazed skeptically at him. "How'd you lose em?"

"Y'see, we got the powers by wearing these alien arm bands, but turns out it used a virus to give us the powers, and eventually it just burned out of our systems. Like a cold." As much as he would have prefered the advantage it gave them, he was equally as glad not to be one of Anise's guinea pigs.

"We?" The kid asked, withdrawing from her posture and taking a bite of the pasta sitting on her tray

"Daniel, myself, and Carter. Basically enhanced our natural abilities, or that was how it was explained to use when we tried them out. She didn't tell you any of this?"

"Not yet," Kylee said as she stirred one of the meat balls around the sauce before looking back up at him. "We were talking a little about that sort of thing but that didn't come up."

"Ah. Well now you know. Seems like something you'd have been interested in. Any chance you'd be willing to tell me how you got yours?" O'Neill asked, with genuine curiosity though he was not exactly hiding his intentions. He wanted to know more about her, and hoped it held some insight into who she was as a person.

Kylee knit her brows in amusement at this guy. He was the guy from the infirmary, she remembered, and he'd seemed pretty close to Sam. Her eyes dipped down to the rank listed on his BDU and mulled over her answer. Was this some kind of test or was he just trying to get a feel for her?

"In my reality," she started, pausing to consider exactly how to explain this for a layperson.

"There's a gene passed down from these advanced humans from another dimension. Basically they learned how to manipulate the gene to do what they wanted, and they were planning on activating a bunch of people at once but only after they had control of us. We stumbled on their operation and so we got activated," Kylee said, turning her attention back to her food and stirred it around idly. Thinking about all of this just now, seeing the faces of her friends flash in her memory from that time, was starting to get her down.

"And by 'we' you mean?"

"My friends. My team." She thinned her lips, brow knitting, before saying lowly, "And people I'll never see again."

"...Hey now, that's quitter talk," O'Neill said, smirking as he managed to draw a watterysmile out of the girl. He was right, she was just being mopey and hopeless. There had to be a way to get her home.

"Team?" That would be his follow up question. Kylee pressed her lips together and tipped her head down in order to hide the blush. The whole superhero thing was beginning to feel a bit silly when juxtaposed to these military folk.

"We call ourselves the Northern Lights. It's… Cheesy but we are running around like comic book superheroes," Kylee grinned sheepishly.

"Northern Lights…. What. Like Canada?" The Colonel with some incredulity.

"Minnesota," Ky replied, taking a bite of her meal.

"Huh. Me too."

"No kidding?" Ky was honestly surprised, then amused, before deliberately laying the stereotypical accent on a little thick. "So uh… Ya' goin' to the state fair this year?"

"Oh yah. Sure. You betcha," he said dryly, his eyes seeming to indicate that he suspected she was mocking him, though instead she smiled softly. It was true, she was giving him a little hell for his trouble, but it was nice to know that she had someone else to relate to around here. Mostly he reminded her of one of her uncles, but in that generic sort of way.

They both started at each other for several seconds before Kylee snorted and began to snicker. Jack just grinned.

Teal'c, who was standing within earshot, raised a brow as he walked past, overhearing the exchange. Mostly, it confused him, aside from recalling Minnesota being mentioned a great many times by the Colonel O'Neill as was the topic of fishing (which apparently meant something far different from the mere act of catching fish for sustenance). It was a topic of interest that he had noted neither Daniel Jackson or Major Carter had expressed enthusiasm for.

Quietly, he observed the two for several moments discussing the incident concerning the Tok'ra experiment as well as the girl's history getting her powers. He was intrigued that such a being could exist, and wondered exactly to whom she was going to pledge her allegiance.

O'Neill apparently caught a glimpse of him as he looked, over his shoulder, nodding towards his friend.. "Hey, Teal'c."

Teal'c felt his studying gaze soften and he bowed his head, approaching the table at the invitation. He stood with his arms behind his back.

"Greetings Kylee. How are you adapting to living on this base?" It was unlikely after the previous encounter with such abilities that she would be allowed leave before a probationary period had expired.

He watched her as her eyes trailed up to his face, taking in his rather imposing frame. She did not appear to be intimidated, yet her eyes darted away after a second, back down to her plate.

"Bout' as good as you'd expect," she said, looking at the remainder of her food, she picked up a cookie to snack on.

"I guess if I had to complain, I don't think they put vanilla in these cookies ," Kylee said as she broke it in two. Teal'c interpreted that as her implying that it was as good as it could be given the circumstances.

"Yes, but they are chocolate chip," O'Neill said with a sardonic tone.

Kylee did raise a brow at O'Neill, but did not speak while she was eating. Her eyes instead turned back up to him as she drank her beverage.

"So, uh... What's with the forehead... thingy?" Kylee pursed her lips, dropping her eyes to O'Neill for a moment before focusing back on Teal'c.

There was a pause, as the Jaffa warrior did not quite know how to respond to it being referred to as a' thingy', however he had been asked many times in the past few years so that it was not a difficult question to answer. He did however raise a brow as he replied.

"It is a mark of allegiance to a Goa'uld. All Jaffa bare a mark which indicates which System Lord they serve," Teal'c explained, choosing to impart this important information to the girl. "However, it is the Tau'ri to which I have sworn my allegiance, as the Goa'uld are nothing more than false gods,"

"...They consider themselves 'gods'? Really?" Teal'c saw the incredulity in the young woman's face, and it pleased him. She was no servant of a Goa'uld, that much he was certain of.

"Indeed," Teal'c replied. "Perhaps you will join us in the fight to defeat them."

"One step at a time, Teal'c. Around here you gotta earn your stripes. Course that all depends on if she wants to or not," O'Neill said, having already made it perfectly clear in further discussions that it had to be her choice. Teal'c agreed. He himself had been a weapon in service to another to whom he had lost faith in, and he betrayed his former master. There was no guilt in his actions, but placing himself in the shoes of this girl, he could understand how one might be reluctant to be such a weapon to someone she did not trust.

"It depends. I'll consider it but…" Kylee paused as she peeled a napkin apart and started piling the cookies into it and wrapping them up, then looked up at them with an uncertain smile. "Right now I got a mad scientist to get back to. The sooner I get back and let her do her tests the sooner she'll stop."

"Major Carter's interest in such matters runs deep. It is doubtful she will ever cease acquiring knowledge," Teal'c explained, raising a brow at the question as if it were foolish to assume otherwise.

"What Teal'c is trying to say is, 'not likely'. Y'know you're supposed to have an escort. If you're gonna be zipping from room to room, at least give am a chance to do their job," O'Neill said. Ky rolled her eyes. O'Neill raised a finger to her. "Ah. None of that sass. It's better than being confined to quarters."

"It would be wise to listen to the Colonel. Trust must be earned," Teal'c agreed, still maintaining the same tone as he had approached the girl with. She was young, so he was firm, yet pleasant, just as he was with R'yac and Cassandra.

"Yessir," The girl said after several moments of contemplation. In her tone, there was still an inflection of disrespect, but she did smile as she said it which indicated that she seemed to understand the message. And perhaps also, Teal'c supposed, that the Colonel had endeared himself to her. That was not at all surprising given the Colonel's penchant for attracting children and protecting them.

"Well, later!" Kylee grinned as she stood up. Then in a moment, she'd disappeared in a flash of lightning and wind.

O' Niell looked over at Teal'c. "I realize it's not too bad this time, but how is this our life?"

Teal'c didn't answer, but he'd often wondered the same thing.

Sam had asked to see General hammond in his office, she stood at his desk having just made a proposal for the next set of testing. The General looked up at her, clearly perplexed at the proposition.

"You say you want to take her to the Alpha Site?" Hammond asked.

"Yes Sir," Sam replied with respect, giving Hammond a moment to process her reply.

"Why?"

"Sir, I think it's probably the most secure place we can use right now to test her speed safely. The more we know, the better off we'll be if anything were to happen," Sam explained, and the implication was clear. Of course it was more spoken as an incentive for Hammond to approve the mission rather than her believing Kylee could turn on them. Sam highly doubted she would, unless she was influenced by one of dozens of means of alien mind control or even being taken as host by a Goa'uld.

Note to self: Keep Kylee off of missions that have any possibility of capture… if that's at all possible.

"That, and it wouldn't hurt her morale," Sam continued, thinking that boosting her positive emotions couldn't hurt either.

Hammond studied her for a moment, his eyes hard as he considered what she was asking.

"What about her mental state?" Hammond asked, which was funny, considering Janet seemed to be concerned about the same thing.

"Doctor Fraiser is recommending she be seen by Doctor Mackenzie. We just discussed it in my lab, and I'm sure you'll read it in her report. But of course that's based on her assessment and mine. That's part of why I'm recommending it, sir," Sam replied. Fresh air and sunlight would a step in the right direction.

The General tightened his jaw, weighing the risks against the potential benefit. Sam knew that the the girl's status was going to be constantly under scrutiny, and she wanted to give her the best chance possible.

"I'll allow it. The gate on Alpha site is to be guarded at all times while she's offworld," Hammond said curtly. Clearly he wanted to ensure their security at all costs. Even while Sam didn't suspect that Hammond thought she was some kind of agent sent by their enemies, he couldn't take any chances.

"I'll schedule it at 0900 tomorrow morning," he finally replied. "You're dismissed."

"Thank you, Sir," Sam said, shooting him a grateful smile and nodding her head in respect before turning to exit the office and head back down to get some lunch.

"Hey, Sam."

Daniel Jackson knew he probably made a strange picture, walking through the military base in his civilian clothes and , carrying a crate of books from the library. He was certain he had maxed out his library card getting all of these but given the fact that there were slim pickings in the Commissary's bookshelf that served as a book swap for SGC personnel, he opted to take some time off and run some errands. He was also planning on writing off the snacks he bought off as a work expense.

Sam turned to see him but kept walking as he caught up with her.

"What's all this?" She asked, seeing the plastic bag in hand as well as the crate filled with books.

"Distractions," Daniel replied easily. The one thing he remembered most clearly about the experience of having super speed was the rate of which he could consume reading material. Most of his selections were guesses, some Agatha Christie, a few graphic novels, Vonnegut, Hitchhikers, Jurassic park, really anything that would keep her busy for a day or two.

"Good call," Sam said appreciatively. Daniel offered a brief smile in response as he walked in step with her.

"Yeah I figured it might be helpful. What have you been up to?" the linguist asked, more in an effort to see if she needed any help or needed to talk about it or something. He'd been fairly scarce for the last day and a half going over their findings from their last few missions as well as some extra translation consultations he had on his work list.

"Spent most of the morning doing some more physical tests for the medical team. I've realized that we're not going to be able to accurately gauge her abilities in the confines of the lab so I requested use of Alpha site for a field test. We're due to leave tomorrow morning," Sam replied, turning to take the crate.

Daniel wiggled his fingers carrying the bag, allowing her to take that off his hands but he was content with carrying the books himself, not that he didn't think Sam could take it.

"I'm sure she'll be excited." Daniel said, not exactly sure what his role will be other than observing. It wasn't as though he wasn't curious, though he did feel a certain distance from all of this. Mostly he would go to make sure that Sam knew her team backed her up. That and, more than likely that kid would be joining their ranks at some point. Maybe he should try to get to know her a little better.

"Did you find anything out about her?" Daniel asked, passing his office and dropping off the goods briefly, Sam following him in.

"I asked about her interests, she told me she was a superhero." Sam said, pressing her lips together and looked through the bag of goodies. Daniel would be surprised if she found anything terribly objectionable. He did note that she eyed the dried mango slices, obviously tempted on stealing a few pieces for herself. "I'm still trying to process that."

"It seems a little unreal, huh?" Daniel said. "Superheroes are America's mythology. Most of them are just retooled Greek gods in various forms. Hermes, for instance, became the Flash. Superman is basically Hercules mixed with Moses. It's hardly surprising that in a world where superpowers exist that they'd want to do something with their abilities."

Sam didn't look terribly satisfied by that explanation, like she had something else on her mind that worried her, but she smiled nonetheless. "You wanna go to lunch?"

Daniel nodded. "Yeah. Let's go. I'll help you out afterwards if you need it."

"Thanks, but I'm going to go with Ky to talk to MacKenzie this afternoon. Janet called him in."

"Maybe we can meet for dinner or something." Daniel suggested, and nodded to the door.

"Sounds good to me."