"Gesundheit," Howard mouths. Neither of those words mean the slightest thing to him, but the certainty and seriousness in Daniel's voice speaks volumes. Howard doesn't move, except to slip one hand into his jacket pocket and wrap it around the handle of his knife. Everything about the way Daniel moves screams that danger's just around the corner.
As the sarcophagus opens, Howard wonders what the hell he just got himself into and how he can get back out of it. He cringes as the device starts to open, trying to convince himself that Daniel's not the suicidal type and thus wouldn't open what looks like a high-tech alien coffin if it's going to kill them both.
Although it would be awesome if Daniel could bother explaining any of this to the freaked-out teenager who's already seen enough crazy nightmare fuel in his life. Howard's not a believer that the unknown is scarier than anything the world can throw at you, but it's certainly not a comfortable thing to be facing.
He looks between the device and Daniel, noting the flick of confusion. Whatever it is, it's not doing what Daniel expected of it. "What's wrong with it?"
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As the sarcophagus opens, Howard wonders what the hell he just got himself into and how he can get back out of it. He cringes as the device starts to open, trying to convince himself that Daniel's not the suicidal type and thus wouldn't open what looks like a high-tech alien coffin if it's going to kill them both.
Although it would be awesome if Daniel could bother explaining any of this to the freaked-out teenager who's already seen enough crazy nightmare fuel in his life. Howard's not a believer that the unknown is scarier than anything the world can throw at you, but it's certainly not a comfortable thing to be facing.
He looks between the device and Daniel, noting the flick of confusion. Whatever it is, it's not doing what Daniel expected of it. "What's wrong with it?"