She worked, it was what she did. Frankly on Earth getting caught up in her work was what had saved their lives, the SGC, and the world itself. Working was how she coped with things and usually it was a good mechanism for her.

Unfortunately it made her easy to find, especially to someone who knew her as well as General O'Neill did. Sam was wrist deep in wires and metal when his voice broke her concentration.

"Just working on a improvised dialer, the easy part. If I can get the mechanics of it down then maybe a full scale gate is possible...if I can even find the right materials, manage to create the necessary power supply, reinforce a stable wormhole...oh right and decipher the planetary position from a place with a fake sky to give us coordinates." The sarcasm was there, it hid a lot. "So,nothing much, Sir, you?"