"Call me crazy, but somehow I don't think alerting the Captain of this delightful colloquially named vessel", no she hadn't been too fond of the tentacles either, but you'd have never guessed by the inappropriate comments she'd uttered to them in a futile attempt to make her feel like she had the upper hand, "to my reluctance to join his band of vigilantes juuust yet, is a very good idea. Conscientious objectors aren't usually dealt with by offering them tea and scones in my experience."

Besides, the fact that someone had attacked him, presumably someone from the ship, was more pressing in Vala's opinion. "Well are there any likely subjects? I mean, who came on the dig with you? Was the planet uninhabited?"

The head wound might only be minor, but Vala is concerned okay, deal with it Daniel. She could fix it with the healing device, she considered, picking it back up off the table and toying with it absently while he scribbled in his notebook. But that would open a whole new can of worms having to explain that she was an ex-host, she kind of hoped he'd forgotten about her claims earlier about being able to operate it. At least for now.

"Well not exactly, no." Vala wondered about how much she should tell him, and then in typical Vala style she suddenly realised that this was an ideal opportunity to completely erase her 'colourful' past as Woolsey had put it. A chance to start over with him. It was perfect, why she hadn't thought of it earlier, she had no idea! She wouldn't outright lie about anything, but there was no harm in strategic omissions, right?

"You see, it's a long story. You were on board the Prometheus, the Earth spaceship I told you about and were travelling through the same section of space that I was. I'd sent out a distress call, as my ship had been badly damaged by Goa'uld al'kesh and I was stranded. The Prometheus answered my distress call and I ringed aboard and the rest is history."

Yes, that'd do for now. Simple. Vala smiled brightly with an innocent shrug.