'O'Neill,' Jack answered, rather angrily.
'Not enjoying Washington then,' Cassie said.
'Hi to you too,' Jack replied. 'Give me just a second…' Cassie could hear the phone being put down, and the distinct sound of Jack shouting at the top of his voice: 'No, no, no and no! Now get the hell out of my office!'
'Sorry about that,' Jack said, picking up the phone again
'Wow,' Cassie said. 'The Pentagon really isn't doing your temper any favours, is it?'
'If only you knew. There are some real bone-heads in here. I'm amazed Hammond managed to keep us alive as long as he did. If he'd let these idiots get on with their ideas, we'd all be screwed by now!'
'Well, on behalf of all of humanity—and various non-humans—, I'd just like to say that I hope that you're as good as Hammond,' Cassie said.
'God help us all,' Jack replied sarcastically. 'How's college?'
'Meh.'
'Meh?'
'Yeah, meh. It's not really challenging enough.'
'Has Carter been helping you?'
'Not really.'
'Sure.'
'I swear! Just… a little.'
'Well, stop it. It won't help in the long run.'
'I know!' Cassie moaned. 'I'm trying.'
'Sure you are.'
'Plus, so much of what we cover is just… wrong.'
'But the right answers are classified?'
'Yeah.'
'I know the feeling. Everyone is always chatting about little grey men from Mars, but we all know…' Jack said, causing Cassie to laugh.
'I know! All the Canadians on campus are really starting to annoy me. I'm not one of them, no matter what they say! I've only been to Toronto once…' At that, Jack laughed.