Nothing was ever simple with Eva. Daniel was learning that very quickly. Did she have any family she got along with, he wondered, then realized it wasn't his place to judge. Everyone managed their relationships differently, and he, of all people, was the last person to tell anyone how to treat their family.

"Maybe, if there weren't sub tiers or multiple classes within the tier," Daniel pointed out, stepping back to let her look. He studiously keeps his eyes on the side of her face, instead of the marks from the brig.

Whatever he expected from her visit, it wasn't a finger waving at him, or getting scolded for taking a collective dig at the "humor" that ran in her family. Daniel held up his hands in surrender. Actually he thought Marco's humor had been a shade worse than Eva's drunken version. That didn't seem like the best thing to say at the moment. Or ever. "Hey, I'm glad you passed it onto him. Humor's a great way to deal with a situation."

Marco should meet Jack sometime. They'd have a field day. One Daniel hoped he didn't have to ever sit through. "Guess I'm just not ready for that kind of humor." he said as he sat back down at the mummy. Hopefully the move would keep her around this area, rather than back at the Goa'uld devices.