Vala had debated whether to even come after receiving his Omnicomm message, even the official tone of it had pissed her off. Miss Mal Doran! What was she? One of his old students? A colleague in another department that he only vaguely knew?

But she wasn't even that, she wasn't anything to him, that was the truth of it. A more selfless person than herself might have understood his position and made allowances accordingly, but Vala was anything but selfless.

The science department hadn't been hard to find, she only wished she'd had chance to procure something else to wear other than the creepy figure hugging plant suit. She'd made some adjustments though, the neckline had been slashed down to her cleavage so it didn't cling to her throat, well if she couldn't bring herself to fasten her mission jackets properly, she was hardly going to think twice about modifying this.

Vala didn't knock, nor did she hover at the doorway waiting for an invitation. In fact she wandered in as if she owned the room, picking up a couple of random objects and turning them over in her hand to take a disinterested look as she made her way to the table. Not in the slightest bit perturbed by the mummy as she perched next to its feet, Vala hitched herself on to the table and crossed her legs.

"Good to see you have a friend here, anyway," she offered with a wry crooked smile, glancing at the dead body.