[[ooc; by all means. yep! I'm just more comfortable in prose on my end]]

"Sorry, I'm not Blaine." Daniel stepped out from around the building's edge, so that the Tribute could get a good look rather than get startled by six feet of archaeologist suddenly appearing. The guy looked terrified, eyes darting as if he were eying the nearest escape route.

He held up his hands, showing that they were empty. "Daniel Jackson. I didn't mean to startle you. My stomach's just got other ideas, I guess."