Frustrated, Daniel huffed out a silent snort of air through his nose. Of course it was that simple. Why didn't anyone ever think of that in the entire human history? He pressed closer to the bars again, unwilling to let her try to fade into her corner of the cell. He wasn't ready to call it quits and give up on her. He thought he'd seen some good in her, and once he was convinced it was there, Daniel had a hard time letting go.

"Okay. What are your options?" Daniel pushed. He was never very good at keep out signs. "Stay in a jail cell for the rest of your life? Bury your head in the sand and hope it goes away? What happens if there's another combat situation, and the fight gets brought here?"

He doesn't need to tell her that anything else could happen. It was a big ship after all and a big universe- a big multi-verse, and the only thing you could predict was the fact that you couldn't predict anything. Did she prefer to martyr herself to the brig? Maybe she did. Maybe she was trying to punish herself, but apparently she'd forgotten about her son.