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*counts the chevrons*
"Carter..."
"Sir?"
"There are only six chevrons."
"Maybe it's... a short-range stargate, sir?"
"Uh-huh."
"Sir?"
"I am completely not groping you, Carter."
"Right. And this isn't my hand down your pants."
"Nope."
"So... blanket?"
"It is kind of chilly..."
"Sir?"
"There are only six chevrons."
"Maybe it's... a short-range stargate, sir?"
"Uh-huh."
"Sir?"
"I am completely not groping you, Carter."
"Right. And this isn't my hand down your pants."
"Nope."
"So... blanket?"
"It is kind of chilly..."