Eva's solution for disguising the fact the Goa'uld's no longer there may be effective, but even he feels a curl of nausea as the odor of charred flesh wafts its way down the hall. He fights it down, however, taking the few moments to stow the tool box and gather up the spanner and the Jaffa's discarded weapons. They might need them should they run across any unexpected surprises.

When she comes back, he passes over whatever out of them she wants to take - partially because he's fairly certain that she's not about to let him play protector in this case, and partially so he can take a second to give her a comforting squeeze with his hand, if she lets him. It's all they have time for before he leads them off down the hall, in search of the protective fluid, the Doctor's sonic screwdriver, and his morphers. He's still not sure where the first one his...but he may have an idea where the others are. And that's the direction he heads, keeping a wary eye out for any other guards along the way.

Maybe, they'd be lucky and things would be uneventful, but he's not about to count on that happening.