[Oh hey, it worked! Cool. John has a couple of seconds to feel pleased with himself, then tries to focus on the task at hand.
No ticket. No memory. So it's not just him. Could be a coincidence but somehow John doesn't think that's likely. Maybe he should ask the other passengers as well, see if it's really a pattern with everyone...
He's about to ask the guy who he is, where he is from, where he was last because somehow John doesn't think he's native to the Pegasus galaxy. In fact, he opens his mouth already to get the questions in. And then the guy goes and says that and.
That is.
So not subtle.
John Sheppard is notorious for Never Seeing It Coming but of all the things he never sees coming he sees this coming the least. And then he suddenly finds himself in that situation like a guy that just took on a role in a very dubious movie and his brain skids to a halt, lurches forward, putters out again, like a car in its last death throes.]
Uh.
[He stares at the gesture, his mouth opening and closing, his expression caught somewhere between jock panic and flustered embarrassment.]
That's, uh. That's fine. ... I mean, not the, not what you're-- the ticket thing, we'll, we'll figure that out.
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No ticket. No memory. So it's not just him. Could be a coincidence but somehow John doesn't think that's likely. Maybe he should ask the other passengers as well, see if it's really a pattern with everyone...
He's about to ask the guy who he is, where he is from, where he was last because somehow John doesn't think he's native to the Pegasus galaxy. In fact, he opens his mouth already to get the questions in. And then the guy goes and says that and.
That is.
So not subtle.
John Sheppard is notorious for Never Seeing It Coming but of all the things he never sees coming he sees this coming the least. And then he suddenly finds himself in that situation like a guy that just took on a role in a very dubious movie and his brain skids to a halt, lurches forward, putters out again, like a car in its last death throes.]
Uh.
[He stares at the gesture, his mouth opening and closing, his expression caught somewhere between jock panic and flustered embarrassment.]
That's, uh. That's fine. ... I mean, not the, not what you're-- the ticket thing, we'll, we'll figure that out.