Jack had seen enough swords on various planets by now, but swords usually went with Vikings or medieval dressed people or some other part of history that would make Daniel's eyes light up like it was Christmas. The pink pants and overall modern dress was an interesting contrast.

Still, when in Rome?

He casually walked over, hands resting on the gun now rather than fully holding it. "Hello. You... Wouldn't happen to know the way back to the Stargate would you?"

He took that in with seemingly no reaction, but his mind was working. He'd been in other situations in the past where it seemed as if he were stuck with no way out. "Are we talking a 'stuck on a planet with no way of' sort of deal or 'stuck in some alternate dimension' thing or 'stuck in the past'?" Clearly Dyson had to be more specific.

"Pocket dimension, you say " It was times like this he wished he had Sam around - was pocket the same as alternate? He blinked and decided to dwell on that later.

"Pink like your pants?" He upnodded at the article of clothing. He hoped his room didn't have that much pink. He might even prefer Egyptian style over pink and he was pretty much over that motif too.

"Sort of a... 'communal' set up, huh?" Daniel would love this place. Jack just got that feeling about it. There were probably so many cultures and worlds and languages. It was as if this place was build exactly for him. A Daniel play ground.

"Alright. So everyone pitches in... does that mean everyone here is on the level?" Not that Jack was going to necessarily believe that right off the bat, but getting the sense of how locals felt about their society was always telling in one way or anything.

"From my experience, just because you don't see someone pulling the strings, doesn't mean there isn't one."

Sometimes it was grey little men other times it was Urgo.

"Anyways... it sounds like I'm in it for the long haul, huh?" He tried to bury any feelings he currently had about not seeing team again deep down - that would be for another day. "Please tell me there's at least a lake around here to go fishing."

"Yep. That's me. A newcomer." He peered around him as he came to a stop. "Not really sure I buy the whole 'stuck here for unknown reasons', but then I'm also sure you've heard that plenty by now."

He gave a nod. "Jack O'Neill."

"Strangely enough, this isn't the weirdest thing to ever happen to me. Try repeating the same day over and over again for months - that's weird." He offered a smile. "Colonel, by the way. Not that it probably matters much here."

He looked the man over idly. "Army? Air Force?" Something about him seemed off. Military, but not familiar.

The name sounded familiar. "Pinkerton..." He paused and raised an eyebrow of interest. "Been a while since I heard that. I'm assuming you mean the detectives?"

The man didn't look like he was from the past, but then again, the Goa'uld looked like they came straight out of a history book and were anything by ancient in technology.

He nodded. "Born and raised in Minnesota." Not that he had the typical accent. "East coast?" Jackson didn't strike Jack as someone from the west coast. "There a lot of Americans here?"

He raised his eyebrows. So, that answered that question. Jack didn't necessarily looked shocked rather than more 'oh, that's interesting'.

"2001 for me, so, I'm a little ahead of you, I suppose." He offered a small smile. "Though, don't worry. You don't look a year over 1899"

"Not yet. Was on my way inside to find out how bad my room is. I heard they can be a doozy." Jack liked to think he had been through some of the worst, but maybe the inn would surprise him.

"How's your set up?"