Funny, running her hand over the general area of the place she got snagged, she can't seem to find any cracks or rough edges. It seems almost like she must have gotten caught on something that intentionally protruded, although she hasn't quite found what yet. She's about to get her flashlight out when Daniel's words make her whirl around on him.

"You think I don't see the significance?" She blinks at him, then puts her hands on her hips.

"Well. Golly, Daniel. I didn't recognize what dynasty an obscure Egyptian God came from, so clearly I'm too stupid to figure out simple math, like that the number eighteen is a larger number than..." she pretends to count on her hands, making a face like she's thinking really hard, "fifteen, sixteen, seventeen...is eighteen a bigger number than seventeen, Daniel? I don't know, I have a shriveled up little walnut of a brain because I was such a nitwit and studied politics in school instead of investing all my time in archaic dead people! Maybe if I'd bothered to memorize everything about King Tut and Hatshepsut, I'd have noticed that that jar was from the Eighteenth Dynasty, but don't worry, dear, I'm too busy standing in a corner being stupid to one-up your incredibly manly and completely impressive scholarship."

To cap it off, she strokes her chin and pouts. "Besides, I don't want to strain myself thinking about anything harder than Reader's Digest or baking pies."

She turns back around and continues examining the place that caught her.