Winchester looked odd in the heavy assault apparel. At one moment he seemed calm and competent, a perfect fit into military life. And in the next, he looked small and frail, lost. He was kicking his feet like an errant child in trouble, but he seemed calm enough even with the distance between them.
Aww, poor Dean. (You have me saying that too much). I keep on hoping someone (Teyla, preferably) would give him a hug, but to borrow from Rodney, he can be as prickly as an upset cat.

Sharing a look with Ronon was that pure interest, Teyla smiled, “I am curious as to what would be ‘weirder’ than today for you.”
No, you really don't.

In fact, the man looked positively cool, calm and collected to use the cliché, hardly bothered at all by the prospects of his immediate future. Perhaps the years of T&E control had undermined his free will. Disagreeing with that thought almost immediately, Woolsey leant back, steepled his fingers and said calmly, “You must be wondering about what happens next for you.”
Somewhat angry about this, after all if Woosley knows that T&E abuses people, then the rest of SGC knows and they're implicitly agreeing and going along with it.

“Also, an Agent Jethro Gibbs has a rather long letter in your file that is less clinical than Agent Hotchner’s but equally persuasive in his vouching for your instincts, professionalism and potential. He also says that the FBI’s case has, and I quote, ‘more holes than a fishnet stocking.’”
That is so Gibbs, and you succeeded in causing me to literally laugh out loud, I'm so glad I'm reading this alone in my room, otherwise my family would be giving me weird looks.

“In that case I feel cheap and used.”
Sure, Dean, we really believe you.