Barely a day had passed since she was let out of the medical ward at SGC but her deployment to the Catherine Langford had been delayed. For reasons she has yet to understand the medical staff decided it was necessary to keep her under observation, further delaying what would undoubtedly be the most incredible job she could ever imagine. It was ironic that a vaccination designed to prevent her from getting sick did exactly that. Even so, it couldn't be helped, at the very least it gave her more time to pour over the schematics of the BC-304, F-302, and the prototype R-302. Each one was it's own masterpiece and Paige never tired of looking at their specifications, she had practically memorized each ones inner workings by now. She couldn't wait to see them in person, the anticipation almost made her physically ache. 

The SGC had more than enough to keep her busy in the meantime. She had been granted access to most of the labs and spent a lot of time talking with other scientists about their projects. All of the scientific staff were brilliant, which was to be expected of the world's most secret military program. There were a lot of first times going on. She had never worked for the military before, although during her time at NASA she worked on projects funded by the U.S. Military. It was her first time having an allergic reaction to a vaccine, which meant that either her immune system decided to take a dump or whatever was in that syringe was very exotic. She had been permitted, after a mountain of non-disclosure forms, to witness the Stargate in action. That one was her favorite so far. 

The Stargate, a remarkable piece of technology centuries ahead of it's time. A device capable of forming and stabilizing a wormhole to transport living matter millions of lightyears across the galaxy in seconds. Similar devices were apparently scattered across the Milky Way. Watching the ring spin as each chevron was locked into place and the resulting plume of energy once a connection had been made was almost unreal. Paige was even more amazed at how beautiful the event horizon of the wormhole was, she hadn't expected to see a glowing ocean of blue when the containment field stabilized. 

For now, she was "on standby" which for Paige meant that she had absolutely nothing to do. Most of her personal effects were packed away ready to be brought on board the Catherine Langford when she finally arrived, all except for a small bag with a few essentials. She laid in the bed of her temporary quarters with a tablet in her lap. She started the tablet's camera and hit record. "Hello me... and anyone else that's going to see this since it'll probably be classified or whatever. Well, I'm still on stand by same as yesterday but hopefully it won't be for much longer. Should've been on that ship by now. Stupid flu shot they gave me almost killed me and now I'm stuck in this wonderful room." She panned the camera to show the drab utilitarian quarters she had been assigned then focused back on herself. "You see? There's so much color!... They really need to give security clearance to an interior designer. Anyway, there's not much else to say. Maybe next time I'll be recording this in space, that would be awesome! Ciao!" She blew a kiss to the camera before shutting it off. Leaning back in the bed she gave sigh and said to herself. "Next time, Paige.... space..."