Danny glanced over to Steve, because the SuperSEAL usually had an opinion on everything, but he was wearing what Grace liked to call "Uncle Steve's Frowny Face"- that thousand yard stare where you could tell something resembling a plan was being concocted in the recesses of that scary brain and, chances were, he wasn't going to like it. In fact, Danny had a theory that the longer Steve wore that face, the higher the chances of one of the team getting shot.
Danny stared at him in return for a moment before shrugging and turning back to Kono and Chin. "Since our esteemed leader seems to have fallen asleep with his eyes open, I think we need to start processing the scene. Now, this doesn't feel like a local job to me. Even if they could manage it, I don't think the Autons here would be cocky enough to leave this lovely little calling card, so that narrows the field of suspects to non-locals."