Ahmos was calm in his place beside the DHD, even amused at the Jaffa who saw himself as such a superior warrior. Clearly he had brute strength, but no power over the mind. Calum had other thoughts, his hatred for their proud ways of thinking themselves the honourable warriors that would save the galaxy made him feel physically sick. He knew what they really were, he had seen what they were willing to do blindly for their masters. They were the same, only now their masters were not Goa'uld but Jaffa with their own ambitions. It was fortunate that Ahmos was the one in control at this moment, keeping those despised feelings from surfacing as he focused Calum's mind on the greater picture.

He checked his satchel and the data pad he held under his arm, pausing as Ariadne spoke to him. "Do not worry Ariadne. I am quite capable of restraining myself. My host seems to prefer it if I speak while around them. Their presence....disturbs him greatly." Ahmos may have joined the tok'ra but he still had that air of superiority that all Goa'uld had. That way of speaking down to you even when they did not mean to. Many Tok'ra did the same when speaking of Jaffa, another fact he had noted over the years. The alliance was still in its infancy and much time would need to pass before they were able to trust one another.

He followed Ariadne closely through the gate, as any officer would shadow their leader. Indeed, Ariadne would certainly be his commander in his eyes, Jaffa would never be his masters again.
The cold sensation of the gate brushing against his skin as he was transported from one world to the next always made Ahmos and Calum crick their neck after the journey. Still following Ariadne down the ramp. He simply remained silent and took in his surroundings. A dull grey of a place, obviously designed to be a bunker. Ahmos had memories from his queen that shared the memories of her own times in such places. Worlds destroyed and such bunkers failing to withstand their forces. The memories were useful ones at times, though not always necessary. It was still an ugly looking rock room, no interesting furnishings of any kind.

He followed still only a meter behind Ariadne as they walked down the ramp, turning to stare at the Jaffa with eyes that portrayed a feeling of superiority to these warrior grunts. Two days wait before they were to be collected? At least he would have ample time to work on his own personal research into historical locations. It was something he had begun to focus more on as his subversive skills became less and less required. Without a true enemy to fight as they once had, Ahmos and Calum were finding more and more time either given patrols or simply with nothing to do. They had both agreed studying ancient cultures may lead to findings much like those discovered by the Tau'ri. It had proven fruitless, though still interesting.
"This feels far too...informal." Ahmos whispered at Ariadne. He had never met the Tau'ri but after what he had been told, they were clearly made to be something they appeared not to be. He examined their rifles. None of them were as advanced as his own. Yet they had defeated the combined force of Anubis and the Replicators. He found that all too intriguing...