"Over the next twenty-five years, we could have sex 3900 times," Rodney said, ignoring him, "if we averaged about four times a week, which I certainly could. In that same twenty five years, you'd come close to dying 45 times while I watched helplessly, if you continued averaging about 1.8 times a year, which you almost certainly will--and look how generous I'm being. I'm not even taking into account the number of times you could almost die while I fight to save you. I'm sorry, but in terms of risk assessment, those are just unacceptable numbers, Colonel."
He was going to snap. He really was. If Kavanagh said one more thing about how great Major John Sheppard was, he was going to head off to the arsenal, grab a P90, and then he was going to come back here and he was going to kill him.
"He's just so smart," Kavanagh said, not the first time. "I mean, I was so glad this expedition was going to be civilian run, but I think I would feel better if Sheppard was in charge. Weir is so out of her depth."