Shrugging, John put on the goggles and then the gloves. Putting the mask on his mouth made him feel like he was playing at being at being an honest to God doctor.
His voice came out muffled. "Probably need to be run through it." He grinned behind the mask, eyes crinkling. "I'm an astronaut, not an archaeologist, Doctor Jackson."
Sorry, he couldn't resist. John moved around the table so he could stand opposite from Jackson and having the feeling that Zhaan probably would have wanted to be here. She tended to deal more with bodies and inspection than he did, and it felt weird to be standing over a dead alien and not having Zhaan doing those Delvian chants over it. He still didn't know the exact translation but then again, context mattered and he didn't have much of that where he came from. Anyway, Jackson didn't strike him as much of a chanting person. Or the meditating in the nude kind of guy. Not that he needed to see Jackson butt naked and okay, this was what happened when he was allowed to keep going on in his head.
This close he had a pretty good look at the alien mummy. It kind of reminded him vaguely of the mummies he used to see in a museum as a kid, all sunken browned skin and it was really the eye sockets that used to get to him when he was little. Humans needed eyes as a point of reference. He hadn’t really figured it out until he got marooned. Now it was just one of those things you couldn’t help but see once you noticed.
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His voice came out muffled. "Probably need to be run through it." He grinned behind the mask, eyes crinkling. "I'm an astronaut, not an archaeologist, Doctor Jackson."
Sorry, he couldn't resist. John moved around the table so he could stand opposite from Jackson and having the feeling that Zhaan probably would have wanted to be here. She tended to deal more with bodies and inspection than he did, and it felt weird to be standing over a dead alien and not having Zhaan doing those Delvian chants over it. He still didn't know the exact translation but then again, context mattered and he didn't have much of that where he came from. Anyway, Jackson didn't strike him as much of a chanting person. Or the meditating in the nude kind of guy. Not that he needed to see Jackson butt naked and okay, this was what happened when he was allowed to keep going on in his head.
This close he had a pretty good look at the alien mummy. It kind of reminded him vaguely of the mummies he used to see in a museum as a kid, all sunken browned skin and it was really the eye sockets that used to get to him when he was little. Humans needed eyes as a point of reference. He hadn’t really figured it out until he got marooned. Now it was just one of those things you couldn’t help but see once you noticed.