The good thing about settling out of striking range just a few seconds ago was that it well, put him out of striking range. The spit fell flat. Daniel didn't move or jerk back in response. The man's response was sudden, ingrained, and it was as if the terrorist didn't for once consider that they were living people. Daniel had heard it before, mostly from the humans that were so completely devoted to a System Lord that they wouldn't hesitate to murder their own family if it got them further in the Goa'uld's favor, just as a sign of faith and loyalty. Either the man was seriously brainwashed or.... he was seriously brainwashed.

He looked up at Eva, not wanting to admit she might be right already, and just nodded at her when she began to apply the bandages. Daniel's eyebrows lifted slightly. Wasn't she supposed to disinfect or something first? He wasn't exactly a doctor here (okay, he was, but not that kind of doctor), but maybe she should have cleaned the wound up.

Daniel turned back to the cultist. Did they really know who they were or was it a bluff?

"Fine, I guess we burn. Do we at least get to know who your master is before you kill us?" Daniel asked, unable to completely keep the sarcasm from his voice. "Just so we know who cleansed us from the universe."