He murmurs a greeting, as best he can manage in a language he's read but never spoken.

"Orlin. Wow. It's an honor."

But he knows that name. His finger presses to his mouth for a moment, but he's sure. He knows it. The SGC has encountered Orlin before.

"But I've heard of you. My name's Jonas Quinn. I ... I know Samantha Carter."

He's read those reports, including the analysis of the makeshift Stargate that Orlin constructed in Carter's basement. If anyone can figure out how to build one and make it work here, it should be Orlin. He's done it before.

Just not from another dimension.