"Ah, thanks sir." He said in a a tired humored manner, continuing to hold that weak grin and adding, "Uh, and if it's all the same to you, Colonel, I think I'd prefer the walk..."
A walk: that would be good. Sitting around and staying tight was not something he was good at. Michael may not have his memories and only his lessons and teammates on Atlantis to fall back on, but he did know that much at least. Restless and always ready for doing what he had to for his team...He just sometimes found himself wishing that much was mutual what with the feelings having crept at his neck these past days prior to arriving. Like something was being kept from him, almost. Rubbing a hand to the back of his neck, Michael gave a small gesture for his commanding officer to take the lead for the walk. Hopeful still that the other could explain some of these nagging, burning questions like the Colonel always seemed to have...
It was hard to say what it was going through his mind as a whole. Another hiccup of his memory missing from when he'd gone from Atlantis to here and another line of things to worry about, even to go and fester in his conscious mind. But just as well Michael hid it masked behind a tired smile and a more easy going nature. Him so completely unaware of his demons, his genetics, that ugly truth lying in wake skirted in dreams and with each injection he took... There was no telling how long it would be before they began to crop up again, or worse even, when that hunger may come into play. That savage, grotesque hunger only a Wraith could really know...