Vala wasn't really pissed at him, not really. She wanted to tell herself she was, and she had every right to be, and she had been. But the fact of the matter was those feelings of anger had been pretty much usurped by their friendship. Albeit a friendship he wasn't aware of. But that was why she was here, not to get the device back, she could care less about retrieving a remnant of her time as Qetesh's host.

But as is the way with Vala, not much of this showed in her body language, attitude or her words. She was playing the part again, the old Vala, the Vala that didn't ever show any sign of vulnerability. She leaned over to brazenly nosy at his notes as he went to retrieve the device, seeing what she could make out. Given that she was reading it upside down and it was handwritten scrawl, that wasn't much. She did laugh a little when he mentioned him and friends though, and it served to distract her from his notes, choosing to watch him instead. He was younger, she hadn't noticed that on the Observation deck, only the hair and glasses had been the obvious changes, but he was definitely younger, slightly less well built too.

Vala didn't thank him when he handed it back, she simply put it to one side amidst the paraphernalia cluttering the table. Usual protocol in these situations was to offer a 'don't worry about it', or a 'it's water under the bridge' or even an 'I understand why you made the assumption'. But Vala had never had much inclination to follow usual protocol. She said it like it was.

"I think you do. Whenever you're ready, Daniel..."