Day 34, Very Early Morning, Linguistics Labs, Attn: Anyone
Miles sighed heavily, staring up at the ceiling of Zelenka's quarters, the couch an awkward presence around him.
He'd opted to take the couch to pre-empt any drunken groping, and instead had found himself unable to sleep, still annoyed and confused from the conversation earlier in the evening between himself, Zelenka, Major Sheppard, and Major Lorne. The fact that exactly half their number had been severely inebriated during the conversation in question should have been able to mollify his annoyance, but it only seemed to direct his attention to the fact that he had missed something significant during the conversation, something a normal person should have been able to detect.
Something he'd missed.
With an annoyed sigh, Miles righted himself and stood up from the couch, looking around until he found his shoes and slipped into them. Grabbing his tablet from one of the tables, he made a beeline for the door and headed out into the hallway, the lights forcing him to blink a few times.
It was a relatively short trek to the relatively small area that the linguists had been assigned to work in, and his office was dark and quiet, with a kind of peace that was generally found in libraries, and the less spookier cemeteries that Miles had visited when he was in college.
Setting his tablet down, he booted up his laptop and resumed work where he'd left off.
He'd opted to take the couch to pre-empt any drunken groping, and instead had found himself unable to sleep, still annoyed and confused from the conversation earlier in the evening between himself, Zelenka, Major Sheppard, and Major Lorne. The fact that exactly half their number had been severely inebriated during the conversation in question should have been able to mollify his annoyance, but it only seemed to direct his attention to the fact that he had missed something significant during the conversation, something a normal person should have been able to detect.
Something he'd missed.
With an annoyed sigh, Miles righted himself and stood up from the couch, looking around until he found his shoes and slipped into them. Grabbing his tablet from one of the tables, he made a beeline for the door and headed out into the hallway, the lights forcing him to blink a few times.
It was a relatively short trek to the relatively small area that the linguists had been assigned to work in, and his office was dark and quiet, with a kind of peace that was generally found in libraries, and the less spookier cemeteries that Miles had visited when he was in college.
Setting his tablet down, he booted up his laptop and resumed work where he'd left off.