He looked at him sharply, mouth opened to retort. Daniel had just about run his legs off for what felt like hours of evasion. He was bruised, he had splinters, he was generally sore everywhere and he'd managed to do something he'd always tried very hard not to do, and that was completely alienate a new culture and destroy a priceless piece of their ritual at the same time. He wasn't even sure anymore where the Stargate was. And there might be a Goa'uld coming here.

But the Doctor was right. They were alive. They had to be satisfied with that right now.

Daniel's face softened. "It could have been much worse."

Setting up the shelter was interesting enough. It got his mind off what lay below them for several minutes. The Doctor was a patient, if eccentric instructor, and between them, it wasn't long before they'd had the Halgonic tree shelter up. Daniel sat back and inspected it. The directions had been awfully specific, but when you took a moment to look at it, it looked like nothing but a shapeless mass that also smelled weird. It looked just as boring as the Doctor had claimed it would. He wasn't expecting a beautifully crafted palace, and he'd certainly slept in far worse places, but he could honestly say he'd never seen something so drab on Earth. It was actually a weird sensation looking at it. It was like staring into a black hole, only instead of eating all matter, this tree shelter would suck the creativity and will out of you if you concentrated on it too long. It was that boring.

Wow. He had to be tired if he'd actually just thought that and thought it seriously.

Daniel shook one of the supports and was pleased to find that it didn't even budge. What it lacked in looks, it certainly made up for it in stability. He carefully crawled inside, the Doctor at his heels. The interior looked... marginally better.

"One of us should probably keep watch."