Daniel opened his mouth to tell her that she brought it on herself, no one forced her to rip a man's face apart, just as no one made her use him to do it, but thought better of it. Then he sniffed. It was a barely perceptible motion, but it brought him up short. That was a whiff of alcohol. It had to be. Eva had been drinking before she decided to come up here? What happened to alcohol wasn't a problem for her, not a solution to life's problems?

He couldn't believe it. But he did bite back his retort. If she was drunk or even buzzed, it might set her off. She obviously wasn't a cheerful one when she did drink. And truthfully, she might have been a little right. Daniel didn't mind visiting her, or meeting somewhere else, but as far as he was concerned, this lab was a sanctuary for him. A place where he could be comfortable, where he could bury himself in the dust of long dead civilizations and let his imagination out.

"Being out of the brig wasn't going to be a cure all. We both know that."

An uncomfortable silence fell. Daniel studied her. Now he could see the careful makeup, the equally careful brush of hair. Maybe Eva was right. He was being a hypocrite. The alternative was he turn Eva away. He didn't have much of a good reason to, and Eva did want to see him. Maybe they could try to work something out. If there was anything that could be salvaged of whatever their relationship was before.

He retrieved a pair of goggles, glove and a mask and handed them to Eva. "Here, put these on and come in."

Daniel turned and led the way back to the sarcophagus.