"I'm not a moron, Rodney. There's no reason to talk to me like I'm five," Carson huffed. "I haven't exactly been involved in something like this before. Aliens, yes. Mind transfers, yes. But not alternate realities."
Reaching up, he rubbed the back of his neck and sighed when Rodney started complaining about John Sheppard probably getting him into trouble over Geldar. He definitely wasn't from his time period. "No, Colonel Sheppard didn't get you in trouble," he told him. "It was a wee bit hard for Major Lorne's team to miss all the statues and pictures of you when they arrived through the Gate."
He knew, though, that what had happened in his reality had opposed to Rodney's weren't important. They needed to figure out where they were and maybe get home. So he nodded at the other man and fell into step behind him. At least until the wind picked up, scaring Rodney out of his wits.
"It was the wind, Rodney," he told him, pointing to the nearby bushes. "It made the leaves rustle." Shaking his head, he looked around, frowning when he noticed when looked to be a group of buildings in the distance. "What's that?"