Last through the gate as always, Joey shuddered slightly as she emerged behind Taft and Dreher. Only her seventh trip or so through an active wormhole and she still wasn’t quite used to that cold rush of a few seconds, though she had become much more profcient in recovering and setting to work. Her P90 was leveled and ready as she stepped through, swiveling with her torso to check her own corner as the team swept over the area surrounding the stargate and DHD. Nothing shooting at them, much as she expected, nor were there any immediate signs that someone had been cavorting around the area recently.
Feeling secure that they weren’t going to be under fire right at the gate platform, her mind already started turning to other matters. With her weapon still held aloft in one hand, she reached down to retrieve the naquahdah detector at her side, switching it on and running a quick scan. There was one massive blip thanks to the presence of the gate, with no other detectable readings in their vicinity. Good in that it meant the detector was working correctly, bad in that they would have to do some hiking to find the 305.
”Looks clear, sir,” she reported aloud, half-distracted as she kept an eye on the detector’s readout. There was a vain hope that she’d see a sudden blip as she moved to rejoin the group, picking up the craft on the edge of the device’s range, but no such lucky break was occurring so far.