Crichton/Babs
John raised an eyebrow. "Sweetheart, have you ever been to Vegas?" He smirked, already reading Barbara as the city-girl type. Though it was definitely better than here. Different kind of heat, anyway. And air conditioning. God, he missed air conditioning.
"Yeah, except last time I went through a wormhole I never got to come back from it," he pointed out, but he did trust her. She seemed to know more about these doors than he had, and she'd experienced them. Besides, there were worse places to be trapped than Vegas.
"Yeah. Right. I heard that before," he didn't like it. He missed his dad. He missed DK. God, he just missed his home at this point. Rubbing his eyes, he gave a nod. "Wait," John powered his hand. "You're not coming with?"