Daniel gave the tiniest of nods, and was relieved to find that he could manage that fine. Only a faint sting. He tried to be as gentle as possible, but the he also had to make sure it was tied securely around the wound; there really was no way of avoiding making the tie firm.

For a moment, the archaeologist only stared at him. Was he serious? Either that or he's been incredibly lucky health-wise, Daniel thought. Not that most people got poisoned, but sickness, upset stomachs happened. He couldn't think of anyone on Earth who might have gotten away from knowing what nausea was at least once.

"Like food wants to come back up. Stomach roils, flips. Stuff wants to come back up throat. That kinda thing," he tried. Daniel's gaze flicked to the bag in the Tribute's hand. "Anything useful there?"