"It seems you followed me." Ba'al casually wanders over, like this was a normal thing that happen."One of my men was over zealous in his protection. You were shot -- which is extremely unfortunate for the one who pulled the trigger. I brought you here and, well, healed you." The last part said with a shrug.

A table near the sarcophagus has several bottles of water, towels and a change of clothes. Ba'al picks up one of the water bottles and holds it out to Mike. "Drink." He waits for Mike to take the water before continuing.

"In the future, ask to come along instead. You're less likely to get shot. Now, why did you follow me?"