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"He's petty, arrogant, and bad with people," Vila commented to the attractive, slender warrior woman from another planet and the huge, quiet man beside her. He felt oddly comfortable with them and their pilot/leader with the wild hair.

Teyla sipped meditatively at her tea. Soolin said nothing. She was covertly looking at Avon and Rodney, comparing eyelashes.

Ronon shrugged and ate another sandwich. "Yeah, you should do what I do," Ronon said, flexing a bicep idly as he broke his weapon down to show an enthralled Dayna how it worked.

Sheppard smirked and looked across the flight deck at Rodney, hands waving wildly as he and Avon discussed the time/space anomaly that had brought them together, and which they had simultaneously, and rudely, said was far beyond their respective crew's understanding. "Don't get Vila broken, Ronon." He exchanged glances with Tarrant. "Wanna race? I bet my puddlejumper can beat your planethopper."

Tarrant grinned back at him. "You're on."

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