"Yes, and perhaps that should be me!" Vala didn't hesitate to reply with vehemently, his gangly attempts at trying to control her body made her feel like she was drugged, and there was definite irritation when he stumbled.

Beyond trying to locate Daniel's 'body'? she hadn't any further thoughts. There was no Sam here. If they'd been at the SGC, she would have been her first port of call. Now they were going to have to rely on a bunch of strangers to solve this. That wasn't a promising realisation.

She had grimaced slightly at the image of Daniel's fashion sense, replacing it rapidly with an image of a leather jacketed Daniel. Yes but that's better, you have to admit. The image was a silent version of the last time she'd seen him wearing it, in the warehouse. Holding his hands up in surrender telling her to come home and that he knew she wouldn't shoot.

"You better had teach me, and quickly." Although what she said and what she thought didn't match up, perhaps if Daniel knew what was in her mind he might begin to get to know her better. Trust her more. He was also probably going to discover that what she thought and what she said were often two very different things.