He'd been about to offer that he take first watch but the Doctor was already backing out of the shelter.
If he'd been Jack, he might have been suspicious at the fact he'd just jumped at the chance to stand guard. They'd only just met after after all, had had known each other maybe a good ten, twelve hours? Now he was volunteering to watch Daniel's back while he slept.
Daniel wasn't Jack though. He preferred not to jump to conclusions. Jack tended to assume the worst was going to happen, or if not yet, that the potential was in anyone he didn't know, which was just about everyone they met. Daniel couldn't believe that of everyone. There was a lot of good out there, and good people, and you were reducing all of them to potential threats if you looked at the world like that. You were missing out.
The Doctor seemed harmless enough, if a little out there. Daniel sincerely didn't believe he was a threat. Not that he had any proof. He really didn't. It was more of a gut feeling, but he didn't see any reason not to trust it. Actually, the more he thought about it, the more it just felt like the Doctor was looking for any excuse to spend as little time in the Halgonic shelter as possible.
"Right. Thanks," Daniel had been about to reach for the blanket when he caught the smell. He made a face. The Doctor was right. It was a musty, mildly unpleasant smell, like a gang of soggy cats had marinated themselves in the aroma of an old woman's house and a clove of old garlic, then tried to cover it up with air freshener. Daniel had slept in places that had smelled absolutely foul, but the difference here was that at least those places had been something you could have a firm opinion on. You also got used to it. This smell seemed to drift in and out, just hovering at the edges and was only borderline offensive.
Maybe he'd just go without the blanket...
The archaeologist lay down awkwardly and closed his eyes against the shelter. It made it easier to handle. There was something unsettlingly boring and nondescript about it that it made his eyes cross just looking at it. In all his years in the field, he'd never had this kind of reaction. Not everything was going to be aesthetically pleasing, and that right there was incredibly subjective, but nothing he'd ever seen on Earth had made him feel so uncomfortable. Daniel kept his eyes firmly closed.
"Doctor," he called out softly after a moment. He had a slew of questions he wanted to ask. Most could wait until morning, but there was one he wanted to ask. He didn't know how long they were stuck on this planet but he had to know. "Would you at least tell me your real name?"
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If he'd been Jack, he might have been suspicious at the fact he'd just jumped at the chance to stand guard. They'd only just met after after all, had had known each other maybe a good ten, twelve hours? Now he was volunteering to watch Daniel's back while he slept.
Daniel wasn't Jack though. He preferred not to jump to conclusions. Jack tended to assume the worst was going to happen, or if not yet, that the potential was in anyone he didn't know, which was just about everyone they met. Daniel couldn't believe that of everyone. There was a lot of good out there, and good people, and you were reducing all of them to potential threats if you looked at the world like that. You were missing out.
The Doctor seemed harmless enough, if a little out there. Daniel sincerely didn't believe he was a threat. Not that he had any proof. He really didn't. It was more of a gut feeling, but he didn't see any reason not to trust it. Actually, the more he thought about it, the more it just felt like the Doctor was looking for any excuse to spend as little time in the Halgonic shelter as possible.
"Right. Thanks," Daniel had been about to reach for the blanket when he caught the smell. He made a face. The Doctor was right. It was a musty, mildly unpleasant smell, like a gang of soggy cats had marinated themselves in the aroma of an old woman's house and a clove of old garlic, then tried to cover it up with air freshener. Daniel had slept in places that had smelled absolutely foul, but the difference here was that at least those places had been something you could have a firm opinion on. You also got used to it. This smell seemed to drift in and out, just hovering at the edges and was only borderline offensive.
Maybe he'd just go without the blanket...
The archaeologist lay down awkwardly and closed his eyes against the shelter. It made it easier to handle. There was something unsettlingly boring and nondescript about it that it made his eyes cross just looking at it. In all his years in the field, he'd never had this kind of reaction. Not everything was going to be aesthetically pleasing, and that right there was incredibly subjective, but nothing he'd ever seen on Earth had made him feel so uncomfortable. Daniel kept his eyes firmly closed.
"Doctor," he called out softly after a moment. He had a slew of questions he wanted to ask. Most could wait until morning, but there was one he wanted to ask. He didn't know how long they were stuck on this planet but he had to know. "Would you at least tell me your real name?"