John smiled. "I'm glad, too. Wasn't that comfy down there", he admitted and absent-mindedly touched the place where he had a small scar from the wound he suffered.
"Yeah, I was. Gave you a bit of a hard time, didn't I?", he added looking sheepish. But then he remembered that she didn't know that.
"You know what's weird. You were there when we got out. Probably saved my life... again." Which made him forgive her for the comment about playing with his insides.
"You've been there the whole time. Weird. Alternate reality maybe?", he wondered. But he honestly didn't care. He was just glad to see a familiar face.
He then grinned. At least she didn't tell him he was crazy. "Well, if I have to fight in a war you're the one I want around to patch me up afterwards", he said as he gestured towards the bar.
"And Ronon said you made big progress. Fought off some Wraith recently." He grinned at her as he went back over to where Dean was sitting.