She had the same concerns about fighting someone else's war that he did. He'd seen a number of people instantly ready to fight, no questions asked, and Vala wasn't one of them. Smart woman. Daniel hoped the approval didn't show on his face.
"Well don't open it. Besides, it's jammed, that thing isn't opening all the way." Yes, only going to open. And only going to touch everything in the lab next. Probably break them too. Daniel's mood had soured just a little, but he tried to be patient. "Then don't fight. You don't have to go on the missions. If the ship is attacked again, find somewhere safe to go." That brought up something else he wanted to get into, now that she was done making life difficult over an apology. She knew about the Goa'uld, the Jaffa. The Ori, those he didn't know. He did have a few theories he was mulling over. "What did you do exactly back uh, home?"
And how did they know each other?
Satisfied she wasn't going to fiddle with sarcophagus anymore, Daniel sat back in front of the body. At least she stopped poking at it. Maybe he could get back to work. He pulled the notes back towards him, and continued the paragraph on the conditions he'd found the remains and observations on the dessication. Daniel found himself watching Vala out of the corner of his eye like a concerned hawk. Yeah, that's right Vala, I've got my eye on you.
So, apparently, did she. Well this was stupid, they were both watching each other. Daniel was just trying not to make it look like he was. Obviously she'd have seen he was, so he guessed it was a moot point trying. With a sigh, he put down the notepad. Daniel touched the stitches again. Cracked two ribs and cracked his head on the sarcophagus, according to the infirmary visit, and Daniel didn't have any way to explain who was responsible.
"Yeah," he had to admit. He felt like he owed something to Vala still. He could answer her questions, even ones he didn't think were her business or concern, at least for today. Like saying he got ambushed. He reluctantly went on. "I don't really know how. I think someone attacked me."
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"Well don't open it. Besides, it's jammed, that thing isn't opening all the way." Yes, only going to open. And only going to touch everything in the lab next. Probably break them too. Daniel's mood had soured just a little, but he tried to be patient. "Then don't fight. You don't have to go on the missions. If the ship is attacked again, find somewhere safe to go." That brought up something else he wanted to get into, now that she was done making life difficult over an apology. She knew about the Goa'uld, the Jaffa. The Ori, those he didn't know. He did have a few theories he was mulling over. "What did you do exactly back uh, home?"
And how did they know each other?
Satisfied she wasn't going to fiddle with sarcophagus anymore, Daniel sat back in front of the body. At least she stopped poking at it. Maybe he could get back to work. He pulled the notes back towards him, and continued the paragraph on the conditions he'd found the remains and observations on the dessication. Daniel found himself watching Vala out of the corner of his eye like a concerned hawk. Yeah, that's right Vala, I've got my eye on you.
So, apparently, did she. Well this was stupid, they were both watching each other. Daniel was just trying not to make it look like he was. Obviously she'd have seen he was, so he guessed it was a moot point trying. With a sigh, he put down the notepad. Daniel touched the stitches again. Cracked two ribs and cracked his head on the sarcophagus, according to the infirmary visit, and Daniel didn't have any way to explain who was responsible.
"Yeah," he had to admit. He felt like he owed something to Vala still. He could answer her questions, even ones he didn't think were her business or concern, at least for today. Like saying he got ambushed. He reluctantly went on. "I don't really know how. I think someone attacked me."