Daniel paused. He almost walked right past the woman touching one of the building sides. The archaeologist studied her over his glasses frames for a moment. She was older than he was, and not nearly as tall. The woman had a mass of dark, thick hair that for a moment reminded him painfully of Sha're. Sha're hadn't had those lines in her face yet. The difficult life on Abydos would add those lines sooner than later, and he would have been happily getting those same lines with her, worn away by the desert. It almost seemed silly now; Sha're, even as a host, would outlive him now. He could only hope Jack would escape from wherever he'd been taken by the Taldor and rescue her.

Compared to the other locals he'd seen so far, she was almost looked drab in comparison; just a dash of green sequins to act as an accent, and a silk robe. It was a lot easier on his eyes than everyone else he'd seen so far.

"That obvious, huh?" He jammed his hands into his pockets; the anxious energy had to go somewhere. "You're not one of those sentenced by the Taldor, are you?"

He hoped not. It would make her one of the ones he was going to kill or be killed by, if the Capitol had their way.