That could mean anything. Daniel's imagination easily supplied a few possibilities. A former, rehabilitated criminal. Maybe she'd done something, accidentally, a temper maybe, because he could believe it from her, and she regretted it. Maybe even a host of the Yeerks, like Eva. His luck couldn't be that bad.

Whatever her story was, she was wrong. The world, the universes, just couldn't be compartmentalized into good and evil.

"But there are grays to everything," Except the Goa'uld. "So you think we just kill them all? What if the Daligig were the ones that started it in the first place?," Daniel persisted. Being told to, all intents and purposes, shut the hell up didn't usually stop him. Besides, it wasn't like she was holding a staff weapon or ribbon device to his head.