"Oh they had a good reason, of that much I'm certain," mostly in the form of Adria and Vala's possible advantage with her, which was proving to be fruitless anyway. She just ignored his offer, she didn't want to owe him anything or give him anything to be able to hold over her in the future. Daniel giving up his room for her wasn't an option. Obviously sharing hadn't been even remotely the same, but everything was different now.
She was trying to find her boots that she'd kicked off but was just managing to trip and stumble clumsily in the way that only drunks can seem to pull off. Avoiding hitting her shin on the end of the bed just wasn't going to happen. This was stupid she thought as she cursed in her home language calling the bed something it didn't really deserve - it probably didn't even have a mother, never mind an unmarried one, nor was its lineage likely to be questionable - Why was she flailing around in the dark? Vala pulled the cord attached to the light fitting and tried to avoid eye contact with Daniel in the newly lit room. Aggravatedly she scooped a boot up hastily and tried to shove a foot into it while it was still laced, needless to say she wasn't having much luck. Why were the simplest of tasks such a challenge right now? Her body's timing in deciding to get wasted was as bad as the Universe's in transplanting her here.
"I'm a liar and a thief, Daniel." She hop stumbled towards where he'd put her gun, still trying to get the blasted boot on. "And the only person that ever believed in me beyond that, was you." She wanted to say that he wasn't that man yet, but that wasn't fair, it wasn't his fault. None of this was fair. Not for her and not for him. His wife was dead and she didn't think she could bear to be around him knowing that.
"I took you for a fool, and you swallowed it." She clenched her jaw, putting as much nasty weight into her words as she could, even letting out a small sardonic laugh to fight the glaze in her eyes. He needed to hate her, because she knew for the first time that she actually loved him and she just couldn't do this.
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She was trying to find her boots that she'd kicked off but was just managing to trip and stumble clumsily in the way that only drunks can seem to pull off. Avoiding hitting her shin on the end of the bed just wasn't going to happen. This was stupid she thought as she cursed in her home language calling the bed something it didn't really deserve - it probably didn't even have a mother, never mind an unmarried one, nor was its lineage likely to be questionable - Why was she flailing around in the dark? Vala pulled the cord attached to the light fitting and tried to avoid eye contact with Daniel in the newly lit room. Aggravatedly she scooped a boot up hastily and tried to shove a foot into it while it was still laced, needless to say she wasn't having much luck. Why were the simplest of tasks such a challenge right now? Her body's timing in deciding to get wasted was as bad as the Universe's in transplanting her here.
"I'm a liar and a thief, Daniel." She hop stumbled towards where he'd put her gun, still trying to get the blasted boot on. "And the only person that ever believed in me beyond that, was you." She wanted to say that he wasn't that man yet, but that wasn't fair, it wasn't his fault. None of this was fair. Not for her and not for him. His wife was dead and she didn't think she could bear to be around him knowing that.
"I took you for a fool, and you swallowed it." She clenched her jaw, putting as much nasty weight into her words as she could, even letting out a small sardonic laugh to fight the glaze in her eyes. He needed to hate her, because she knew for the first time that she actually loved him and she just couldn't do this.