[John takes Poe's hand, hauling himself up off the ground. It's been a couple decades and two wars since anyone would slap a 'good as new' label on John Sheppard, but he's been in worse condition. Nothing a cold beer and a long nap can't fix.
He leans down to pick up his sunglasses from the grass, wiping the dust off the lenses with the hem of his shirt before putting them on his face. He squints out over the ledge, down into the ravine with a whistle.]
Glad I didn't have to make that jump. Don't get me wrong- I like air-time as much as the next guy, but I'd rather land on my feet than my head. I have to use it for things sometimes.
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[John takes Poe's hand, hauling himself up off the ground. It's been a couple decades and two wars since anyone would slap a 'good as new' label on John Sheppard, but he's been in worse condition. Nothing a cold beer and a long nap can't fix.
He leans down to pick up his sunglasses from the grass, wiping the dust off the lenses with the hem of his shirt before putting them on his face. He squints out over the ledge, down into the ravine with a whistle.]
Glad I didn't have to make that jump. Don't get me wrong- I like air-time as much as the next guy, but I'd rather land on my feet than my head. I have to use it for things sometimes.