If Major Carter or Colonel O'Neill were here, they'd almost certainly be commenting on the grin that sparks to life across Jonas' face as soon as he enters the laboratory.

It's amazing.

There are so many things here that Jonas lags behind from the tour group, leaning down to stare into the cabinets, first at the geode then, moving on, to some of the examples of metals.

"Offerings to their gods," he murmurs. There's nothing there that looks anything like the Goa'uld artefacts he's used to cataloging, and that's of as much interest to Jonas as the things themselves. This is a world that wasn't settled by Stargate, that didn't suffer from the ravages of slavery to the Goa'uld.

He's checked what seem to be the most notable history texts he can access in the Enterprise's computers, and none of them make any mention of the Goa'uld. Or the Stargate. Or the Ancients. Some of the stories are there, in their mythological forms, but none of the historical facts he know to be true.

And that makes this archaeology even more interesting to him.