"Oh for heaven's sake, Rodney," John said, shaking his head, turning around as the ship moved through hyperspace towards home. "We're not going to turn into zombies."
He then looked at Paul when he reassured Rodney that the mist wasn't dangerous.
"I would imagine it's meant to disorient victims too. Trying to see through that stuff was a bitch."
"You can say that again," Jack said as he unhooked his P-90 from his vest. "Also, I don't know about you, but I think I'd like to find somewhere to plop down. I'm not used to firefight missions anymore."
"Why don't you guys head to the flight lounge. We'll call when we reached Atlantis," Caldwell said.
Nodding, they headed to lounge where Jack immediately sat down and put his feet up. "Oh yeah."
"You don't do that at home, do you?" Rodney asked.
"Oh, hush, McKay," Jack said as he rested his head back.