Dr Rodney McKay straightened his tie. Not for the first time. And not because it was crooked.
From the annex he could hear the sounds of the audience settling in, coughing, whispering, laughing, the footsteps of late-comers searching for a seat. The wasn't nervous about his speak. Someone with his ego is rarely troubled speaking in front of others. And he was itching to present some of the findings from the Pegasus galaxy – disguised, of course, never everything, never the whole truth. Just some of his theories about physics.
Maybe he should loosen his tie a bit?
57 applications. He had written 57 times to the SGC and asked (no, that's not completely true, demanded) to be allowed to publish most of the results of his research. And not bit by bit, like he had up to now. Finally the SGC had agreed and a panel had checked every single word, deleting everything that wasn't meant for the public. So almost everything had gone.
Jennifer had chosen his tie, but he was no longer sure if the tie was the right tie.
He looked at his watch. One minute to go. This event had been planned for weeks, all the physics heavyweights were invited – and some of them had actually come. Even one or two science journalists were reporting the event.
The tie didn't fit. After another look in the mirror he was positive it was the wrong tie. Jennifer had to be colour-blind! Annoyed, he tossed the tie onto a chair. Bright green! It definitely didn't go with the purple and yellow dots.
On the other hand, the tie matched his suit and his shirt perfectly...
Summary: Dr Rodney McKay, a short time before a speech.