The first thing the lieutenant and his team notice is the extreme environmental difference between the frigid camp and the torrid gate area. The glass of Lockley's sight fogs immediately, and moisture seems to instantly condense on his skin in a thick layer of 'sweat' or 'dew'. The surface of the metal weapon also collects condensation, making it surprisingly slippery.
The shimmering surface of the Stargate ripples just to the north, the invisible wormhole waiting beyond. Halfway between the first team and the gate is the MALP, its righting arm stuck firmly in the mire. Lockley observes that it has somehow managed to get a creeping vine wrapped around it, such that the machine could not possibly extract itself without a cutting device.
Off to the east, about fifty meters away from the gate, Lockley can see a number of the strange segmented insects hovering among the branches of a younger cypress tree. There seem to be at least a half dozen, possibly more. One of them appears to have noticed the new arrivals and is flitting back and forth, side to side, over a distance of about ten feet. It shows no interest in coming any closer at this point.