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Sonya breathed a small sigh of relief when the door to the barracks entered into milliways. Now of all times, she needed what the bar could offer.

She hobbled into the bar, her left leg in a cast while her other leg was bandaged-both of which compelled her to use crutches. There were other injuries, but they were all covered by her dress uniform though it was clear to anyone who looked that her movements were a little stilted from things other than her legs. Also by her shoulders was a military issue duffel back, which made walking with crutches all the more tricky, but like hell was she going to ask for assistance.

Damn dress code, the hell couldn't she wear combat boots with her dress greens like the guys? It'd be easier to walk on crutches with a boot than it'd be for a black pump heel.

Slowly, she made it over to one of the tables, resting her leg cast on another chair. In the bar proper, it's clear she's just been through a lot: she doesn't look like she's gotten much sleep and her expression is cold and barely holding in together. Part of her wishes to just get a room, but she needs to sit down a moment.

"Bar..can I have a room for a few nights, please?" She takes out her wallet as she says this, but a note appears telling her not to worry. Sonya would like to protest, but she doesn't have the energy to do so (neither the mental or physical energy)

A frown appears when a bowl of chili and corn bread shows up infront of her, along with a pepsi. "No.." Another note. It was true she hadn't really eaten much in the past-she lost count, but she wasn't sure she could stomach chilli.

Instead of eating it though, she spends the next ten minutes moving the food around in her bowl.

ooc: soldier-in-mourning, in very much need of some company and/or hugs. Will be on serious on/off slowtime for the next several days, but wanted to get this posted.

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Daniel ran into the chair holding a woman's leg, because he had his nose in a book.He had somehow managed to navigate the tangle of chairs and tables from the bar and was nearly to his table when this happened. He grimaced at the site of the cast. His own ribs still a little sore from his adventures in the Pegasus Galaxy.

"Sorry, are you okay?" he asked tucking his book under his arm and trying to straighten the chair.

He's wearing black BDU's, that have SG1 and SGC patches on the shoulders and a black vest.

Sonya held back a muffled groan when the chair was jerked, the motion moving the knife wound in her leg. Granted, the damn thing never stopped aching, but sudden movements hurt like a bitch.

Her attention moved to the guy who bumped into her, recognizing the BDUs, but not the patches on the sleeves or vest.

"I'll live." She took a deep breath, trying to sound like nothing had gone on-she only partially succeeded. Because that's what she did: she lived, she always lived. "What're you reading?"

"What is your security clearance?" He asked.

Yes, he did his work here, but he didn't know that she wasn't from his universe. His table was literally next to her's, piled with papers and books.

She frowned and looked back at the table where he came from. "U.S. Green berets, but if it's military related, then never mind."

Right now the only thing on her mind was going home..or rather how much she dreaded going home at the moment.

"Can I ask," he said indicating her leg. He had learned that sometimes it was better to ask permission than to jump in headfirst.

He pulled his chair around after depositing the old book onto his table.

"Nine inch knife." That was all she could really say on the matter, even though the whole damn assignment kept playing out in her head. "Other guy got it worse."

She killed him after all.

For a moment, the thought of eating makes her inwardly retch and she has to push the bowl away from her.

"Ouch, sounds like it hurt," Said Daniel.

Daniel has been hurt in so many ways it's stupid, he's even died a few times. The worst was radiation poisoning.

"I take it he's not getting back up, ever."

"Didn't feel a thing." Not at the time anyway, she'd been too high on adrenaline and anger to notice. Now however, how it hurt.

She shook her head. The therapist said that talking about things made it easier to deal with, but she couldn't bring herself to do so just yet, not even to another militaryman.

Daniel nodded. He wasn't Military per se, but he had been contracting with them for about 10 years now.

"Oh, yeah, Daniel Jackson," he held out his hand.

"Sonya Blade." He didn't give a rank, neither would she. She only pulled rank when she needed to: at the moment it was a case of 'not wanting to' and 'not needing to'.

Part of her did wonder why the lack of rank for himself. If he was in military BDUs, either his reasoning was the same as hers or he was only associated with the military.

"How long have you been serving?" Daniel asked.

He stretched his arms behind him and winced as his muscles complained at him. That Attero Device had packed a punch, weeks later and he was still sore, and hadn't been cleared for off world duty. Like it mattered, he could come to Milliways any time he wanted.

"Only seven years." Seven years that suddenly seemed so short at the moment.

She tried to force her thoughts back, instead focusing on him as a distraction. "Long week?"

"Long month actually," he said, it had really been a long 10 years.

"Been coming here long?" he asked.

"Aren't they all." It certainly felt like a long month to her, but the past week made it feel almost like a dry spell.

She looks at the calender. Months and weeks seem to blend in together here: it's hard keeping track. "By Milliways time...a year and five months."

Almost a year and a half, if her mind wasn't too drawn to that night, it would've almost been funny in a strange way.

"Have you met the Karaoke Machine, yet?" asked Daniel, the memories of horrible dancing and singing in his mind.

She shook her head. "And honestly, the way I'm feeling at the moment-would probably just be a liability around it." Especially torch or love songs..she couldn't see herself holding back if someone played one of them.

"I would suggest avoiding this one," said Daniel, "It possesses people."

"Duly noted." She wasn't in any mood to sing at the moment and not nearly drunk enough to be suggested to try.

The chili was starting to get a little cold by now, just adding less of an inclination to eat.

It isn't pretty, it full on possesses people.

"Unless you like losing all control of your body, stay away from it," he said.