Round II :
"Me, Sir?" blinked Major Sam Carter, looking up from her mental calculations on the remaining air in the baloon, and cross-referencing it to everyones estimated body weights.
"Well," drawled Jack O'Neill, "This was sorta your idea in the first place, Carter."
"But Sir!" she protested, "How was anyone to know to expect a Goau'ld attack all the way out here?"
"Um, Sam?" said Daniel, pushing his glasses up once more, "I think Jack's refering to the idea of balloning off Earth."
Ignoring that for the moment, Sam Carter shook her head, and carried on with her train of thought. "Anyway sirs, I've calculated the rate of descent, and I think that if we can remove the equivilent of another five body weights form the balloon, we should be okay." She stopped and gazed properly around the basket for the first time. Nothing was left. "Oh," was all she managed to say.
"Major Carter?" rumbled General Hammond, and nodded to the edge of the balloon. Sam stopped, looked at him and stepped over to the side. "Aye, aye sir!" she said and saluted one last time. The balloon rocked for a moment and was still.
General Hammond always had had a fine line in glowering, but this time he'd outdone himself. "Any further ideas, Colonel?" he snapped.