Ronon had found his feet so to speak - this place made no sense but he had heard several explanations for why this was now and it wasn't likely to get any better. There were people here he knew. There were no Wraith.

Well there were some and Ronon pulled a knife crouching over the drone. Raising the knife over the wrist joint he lifted it and then paused at the familiar voice. He flipped the knife over jammed into the frozen ground and pushed himself to his feet in one easy motion. "Doc," he said grinning widely. "Just garbage disposal," he dismissed the wraith - abandoning the idea of a trophy and pulling Carson into a bone crunching hug.