"Up late?" she asked, looking around for the pawn that had rolled off the table and plucked it off the carpet near her foot, setting it in its place on the board. This would likely be their last game together for awhile.

"Planning on staying here or returning to the hive once the gene therapy is underway?" she asked. She wouldn't feel insulted if she decided to return and leave her, the commander and a third party-probably one of the scientists-on Atlantis were needed far more.