Day 9, morning; Rodney's quarters, mess hall; infirmary; attn. Kusanagi, Kavanagh, Zelenka, Beckett
The first thing catching Rodney's attention when he blinked open his eyes was a package with -- he did a double take -- cookies on his desk. Obviously Carson had put it there the night before when he left. He grinned and tried to sit up. Bad idea. His head was pulsing with pain and his arm wasn't any better. Letting out a pained cry he managed to get up and head over to the bathroom to wash his face.
Brushing the back of his palm across his right cheek and along his chin, Rodney decided that he needed to shave. With a frown he eyed his razor, his left hand and then his image in the mirror.
"Oh well," he sighed. "No shaving then."
He took a piss, then brushed his teeth. Clumsily he managed to partially undress himself, wet a washing cloth and cat-wash the most important bits.
When he powered up his laptop, he found that his network connection was sealed off; all his work-related files and folders were password protected and the tool it once was practically downgraded to a typewriter. After a sort moment of being utterly annoyed he made a short entry to his personal diary. Then, with a low grumbling sound he closed the lid and for a moment sat at his desk. They hadn't even bothered to give him a new radio either. Tapping his fingers on his desk, he had an idea.
"If Mohamad is not coming to the mountain..." he murmured.
He got up and slipped into his sneakers. Wrapping himself in the bathrobe he left his room. Of course, he could not head to the science labs. But he could go to the mess hall and grab a coffee. That wouldn't raise so much suspicion. Fortunately the hallways were mostly deserted. He only met two soldiers, who were obviously on patrol. He nodded at them and didn't pay any more attention to them.
When he was about to enter the mess hall he caught sight of that Asian scientist whose name he kept forgetting. Tsunami, Tsugake or what it was. He gestured to her and she came closer.