"Do I have something in my teeth, sir?"

Jack blinked at his teammate over the screen of her laptop. "What?"

"You keep looking at me. Is something wrong?"

No, apparently everything was just fine, but he wasn't sure how to explain that. In fact, he'd just as soon never bring it up again, especially with two other SG teams milling about, but she was still staring at him, and he ventured, "It's the end of the month."

She blinked. "And?"

Damn. "How... are you feeling?"

"How am I... Oh," she exclaimed as understanding hit. The end of last month had ended with her in the infirmary. "I'm fine, sir. A little twinge last night, a dose of ibuprofen at bedtime, and I'm good."

"Good. Good."

There wasn't much to say after that, really, and he just kind of kept nodding.

So did she. "You're not gonna... like... start tracking this or anything, are you, sir? That would be-"

"Weird," he supplied.

"Weird," she agreed.

"Yeah."

She nodded again. "Yeah."

He did the same. "So."

"I'm gonna..." She pointed to her laptop.

"Right," he said. "Good talk."

He turned around and went to find his other two misfits.