Talk, talk, talk; yes because that'd be fun. Vala hadn't even wanted Daniel to know, never mind sit down and have a nice chat about it. "What's there to talk about?" She shrugged it off with as much ease as she could muster. "It won't change anything, unless you need to know more details before you decide whether to hate me or not."

Because that was the core of it for Vala, deep down she hated herself for it despite knowing it was out of her hands. But there was always a choice and if she'd just fought that much harder, done something sooner... "Seven years. Seven years, Daniel. I hardly think I can cover seven years over a cup of coffee."

Daniel didn't know anything about her, he didn't know how hard she'd worked to change, he knew nothing about how she'd risked her life to stop the Supergate, how she'd thrown herself in front of an Ori staff blast for him. He had no reason to forgive her. That stupid statue had blown it for her before she'd had chance to make him like her. What was the point of even trying?