The last thing Ronon had actually expected after she vanished was to come across Jennifer. Dressed for this planet's climate and calling out after him sounding confused. He'd only barely pulled himself to a halt when he realised that he hadn't. He aimed the gun at the woman who was almost certainly not Jennifer. Like her certainly, but less serious, less pressured almost - she looked like she ate better unless that was the coat. Weird. The replicators were normally better than this. More exact.

"Who are you?" he demanded levelling the gun at her, his finger close on the trigger. "You're not Keller."