Sometimes, people make fun of Jonas's attitude to things going wrong, but he stands by what he said, and the bartender's nod says that she agrees, too. Whatever the others might say, he'll take whatever enjoyment or interest he can in the situation.

And this is his first time suddenly appearing on a strange spaceship.

"My team," he says, and there's a hint of fondness in his smile. "We're ... explorers. And we look out for our people."

SG-1 doesn't leave its people behind, and a disappearing team member would surely count.

He takes another sip of the drink, savoring the tang of the ginger.

"I'm sorry," he says, suddenly, putting the glass down and wiping his hand on his shirt to clean off the condensation. "I never introduced myself. I'm Jonas."