It's the second day on this planet, PC3-084 is the designation, and Daniel maintains that they should start actually naming places. Maybe this place can be something pithy like Procul. Admittedly, very few of those outside the Cultural Sciences Department would laugh at the joke. Maybe some of the Physics and Engineering, those who had taken Latin.
The good news is that Jack has finally allowed him and Rothman to check out the temple on the hill up ahead, citing possible Goa'uld and Jaffa attacks as the reason for his trepidation. The planet had already been scouted once before, so it was a tad unnecessary in Daniel's eyes. Nevertheless, now that they're all settled on Procul, their accommodation, a term Daniel uses lightly, is set up just down the hill and under the cover of some of the local flora -- a fact that both archaeologists bemoan. Rothman significantly more so considering that he has hay fever and so suffers indefinitely. Whereas at least his own acute rhinitis means he can be dosed to the high heavens in anti-histamines. Give thanks for small blessings.
Daniel remains mildly miffed due to the fact that the Lieutenant the Colonel has assigned to watch over them whilst they excavate keeps trying to 'help', and by help Daniel means that this numbskull AirForce officer keeps touching his shit. Even when he knows he shouldn't, which is something that Daniel made sure was covered in the GTO&T course. How this SG3 lackey ended up with the idea he could touch Daniel's shit he has no idea. But he should not be touching it.
"Look, Lieutenant... honestly it doesn't matter what your name is. As you are our minder whilst we work, I suggest you stand in a corner and don't touch anything. You are, for one, grating on my nerves and you're actively getting in the way of me doing my job. For that matter, I am certain that the GTO&T course you were required to take before coming through the gate mentioned that you should not touch mystery buttons in alien temple's unless a cultural specialist, as in Dr Rothman or myself, have ascertained that it's not likely to explode everyone here, or call a hostile alien to our position, given that we're the ones that can decipher the meaning of stuff around here. I would know, I wrote the course." He's getting more and more agitated as he lets himself go on. "Even more so, we've already figured out this is a Goa'uld Temple of an unknown lord, and the dialect is so old that Teal'c can't figure out what it says, so you are officially of no use, except to stand in the corner, maybe point your gun at a possible alien hostile, and fetch me coffee. In fact, why don't you do that now? Shoo, go on a coffee run. Rothman, you want any?"