Bjornson approached, his sturdy figure emerging from the shadows. “Welcome back, Colonel, ladies,” he greeted warmly. His gaze fell on the bandage on Larkin's arm. “What happened, sir? You alright?”
Larkin adjusted his tactical vest, dismissing the injury with a wave. “Just a nick from a Goa’uld recon drone. Nothing serious.”
Bjornson’s concern lingered for a moment before he nodded. “Glad to hear it. How was the station?”
Fairbairn stepped forward, her excitement barely contained. “We uncovered some fascinating finds. The weapons cache is impressive—Zats, staff weapons, grenades, even Goa’uld shield emitter bracers.”