"That I could," Jennifer mused quietly. Despite itself, her mind was going back, back to when she'd first come to Atlantis, back when she'd volunteered on the spur of the moment to step up as head medic, not really thinking about what she was doing. When she'd told Elizabeth that she, Jennifer, was not fit to lead and needed to be replaced...

And now, now she'd ended up here. More or less one of the lead medics again, helping Simon and the others train civilians as best they could, doing whatever tiny amount they could to try and prepare them for whatever the castle might throw at them next. And in the here and now, she was drinking beer with someone she could never decide if she wanted to hate or wanted to like, despite everything. Someone who scared her and interested her and made her feel humbled and grateful for the relatively easy life she'd had in comparison. Someone she wanted to help.

"... Damn." Jennifer was almost finished with her beer; after some hesitation, she finished it in one drink and wished another one up. "Another thing I know you don't want to hear is condolences. But I want to do something. So if you want to sit here and drink and not give a crap about anything, we can do that. If you want to talk, I can listen. If you want me to leave and never speak of this again, I can do that, too. Whatever floats your boat."