For a moment, Kasimierz stared in shock. He had half expected a bullet, or a crossbow bolt, or a knife, or a scattering of pellets, or some other gruesome ending. When he realized how lucky he had been in not only surviving, but in surviving without injury and with the registration papers, he scooted out as fast as his bulk would allow, mumbling thanks and similar sentiments.
"Things will not calm down, Daniel Jackson. They will, in fact, calm up."
