Who ? Doctor Bishop and Gunner Where ? the med lab When ? Tuesday What ? Medical stuff. You wouldn't understand.
Lately, Doctor Bishop had found new found hope in his personal research, the business that he couldn't let Gunner get involved in, that he had to do on his own because it was far too complicated for a home schooled teenager to even grasp. That meant he had to keep Gunner occupied with other things. Having Stargate operatives come down to donate blood was a good time consuming task and when he didn't have that to collect, he told Gunner to work on his ability training. He could tell his assistant's work was going well because the smell of rotting flesh was becoming a little pungent in the lab. Or maybe that was just the lack of air flow.
He'd been on his feet for a long time running tests and kept mostly to himself unless he needed Gunner's help (a truly rare occurrence) and when his most recent experiment produced no helpful results he decided to call it quits. His knees were hurting him and if he drew any more blood he'd run the risk of leaving himself anemic. He turned away from his lab table, sliding the glasses off his nose and looked over his shoulder at Gunner. "Are you just about finished?"