Teal'c, without verbalizing a sound, merely lowered his head. She looked at Jack, who had said, "I'll call you back, General." and hung the phone before getting a dismissal. The man frowned, and said, "T, buddy. What's going on?"
Teal'c said, "It is simple, O'Neill. P3X-036. ClarkKent is Kryptonian."
His response was a thud coming from the large, barn doors.
"What is it with this kid and brunettes?"
The brunette currently occupying the space next to Daniel's open books, had only just entered the barn a moment later. They'd seen her around town, of course, most notably at that coffee shop run by Lex Luthor of all people.
"Well," Jack said, sighing, "that went well."
"That is a misconception, O'Neill. This is not, in fact, going well."
"Teal'c, we've really got to talk about sarcasm and it's wonderful uses," Jack said, "but right now, let's get her out of here, and figure out what to do."
"Do about what?" a voice from behind them asked aloud. Jack jumped a few feet off the floor, his eyes catching those of General Lane, who was looking at the girl on the floor with wonder, while smoking his Stogie.
"Uh, General. This young lady overheard something she didn't take very well." Daniel said. Jack had never loved the geek more.
"Well, I've assured Senator Kent that you'll do your utmost best. I'll take Miss Lang, Colonial, you needn't worry about her."
"General, about the Kent boy."
"Colonial, I can guess what you're thinking, but the United States Government has been monitoring the situation with Clark Kent for far longer than the Stargate Program has been activated. His origins are a tightly kept secret, and as I'm sure you're well aware, if we thought he were a danger to the world, the situation would be rectified."
"General, Stargate Command was placed in charge of all extra-terrestrial activity in the Milky-Way galaxy. Why weren't we notified?"
"Because," the general said, "Clark Kent is classified as a refugee, Colonial. His planet exploded soon after his biological parents sent him off. As far as we know, he's the only one of his kind left alive. Don't worry, gentlemen, and lady, I'll take care of old George."
"Well," Jack said, "that went well. Don't," he said, looking at Teal'c. Teal'c merely nodded.
End