“Yeah, I am. Enjoying that little snack?”

His voice is wry, annoyed. He supposes he deserves it, after all he’s done to other people. Including Rodney.

Except what he says gives John a dreadful chill, because that’s exactly like the Hunter that killed him. He tenses, expecting to hear a whistle any second now.

And it’s not unlike the Wraith, either. Guess this is his lot in life, it’s a wonder the Hunt doesn’t just laugh at him at this point.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m used to it.”