"It's not nearly as interesting as the rediscovery of Pre-Columbian Maya, no," he explained defensively. Did the Doctor have to say it like that? It was hovering between sarcasm and condescension and he was doing it with the same barely restrained politeness that Jack sometimes did. The only reason Jack (sometimes) got away with it was because he was Jack. "But the evolution of clothing can tell us a lot about sociocultural changes and climes for a society or peoples, not to mention the needs the environment would have placed on them and how they adapted to such needs."

Daniel, in the mean time, was also watching the Doctor out of the corner of his eye as he fiddled with his compass. It was something he'd picked up from dealing with the Colonel. Jack would come by, touch things in his office, artifacts, files, pens, and sometimes forget he had them. Usually it was something harmless like a pen, because even Jack knew not to go waving artifacts around. Pens were a lot easier to replace. Except it started to add up and on some days, he'd find himself with nothing to write with if he didn't watch Jack.

So he watched the Doctor out of habit. Several times his compass got dangerously close to the Doctor's pockets. The Doctor didn't seem to find what he wanted from it and with a sinking feeling, Daniel watched it start to disappear into one of his pockets.

The archaeologist swooped in and plucked it out of his fingers with a meaningful look.

"Or there could be spiders or anything else venomous." Giant tree snakes? Thank you for putting that into his head. He was thinking overgrown anacondas that could climb. "I guess it's the best we're going to get."

Daniel started to reach for a branch and paused. "Halgonic tree shelter, Doctor?"