SHEPPARD: Hey.
TEYLA: Am I disturbing you?
SHEPPARD: No. What's up?
TEYLA: I just wanted to thank you.
SHEPPARD: For what?
TEYLA: For going after Ronon this way.
SHEPPARD: Did you think we wouldn't?
TEYLA: He is an outsider.
SHEPPARD: Not to me.
TEYLA: I have often felt like an outsider among your people.
SHEPPARD: Well, maybe at first, but ... well, you know I've always trusted you.
TEYLA: Yes. You -- and Doctor Weir -- have been very accepting, but this has shown me how far you would go, even for someone who is not from your world.
SHEPPARD: Look, Teyla. I'm not really good at, uh ... Actually, I'm ... I'm terrible at expressing ... I don't know what you'd call it, uh ...
TEYLA: Feelings?
SHEPPARD: Yeah, sure, OK. The point is, I don't really have good, uh ...
TEYLA: Social skills.
SHEPPARD: Well, that is why I enjoyed flying choppers in the most remote part of my world before all this craziness happened, but, uh, you should know, I don't have, uh ...
TEYLA: Friends?
SHEPPARD: No -- I have friends. You, Elizabeth, Ronon, Carson, even Rodney, are the closest thing I have to a ...
TEYLA: A family?
SHEPPARD: I'd do anything ... for any one of you. If I had to give up my life the way Ronon was going to, I would.
(Teyla smiles beautifully at him. John reaches a hand out hesitantly and, without having the courage to meet her eyes, pats her hands which are clasped on the table in front of her. He then picks up his tray, still not looking at her and, sighing, starts to walk away. Teyla looks round at him.)
TEYLA: Thank you. For everything you ... meant to say.