Perhaps if she were willing to relinquish control he might find it easier, but part of his struggle was definitely related to the fact she was fighting him, the other part probably because she used her hips much more than he was used to. One leg moves, the opposite hip rises. Vala went through the motions slowly, mentally talking him through it as if should be obvious. Because learning to control it was probably easier than him learning to sit back and just enjoy the ride as it were. Even Vala's stubborn nature told her that working in sync was likely to be more productive - and quicker.

You do know if we continue answering every single thought the other has, we'll never get anywhere don't you? Which was Vala's way of saying she was just as concerned about him as he was, but she'd really rather not consider him being dead or this being permanent thank you very much Daniel. And how was she going to tell Jack when he wasn't even here! Not that anything could make him look fifty something!

Right, so the room. Because she wasn't good with her emotions at all and what was the use of remembering belonging somewhere if it was all gone? It was history, and the sooner she recognised that the better. As far as life on Stacy was concerned, they had each other and that was it and even that was tenuous and underdeveloped because of their stupid time differences. Her thoughts were rapid in this respect, irritated and wanting to sweep over it like none of it mattered.

"Fine I'll practice the room, while you walk." It gave her something to focus on without getting distracted and he'd be busy focusing on the walking. Besides, she had experience of having no control. Seven years of it. Which had been a large part of her initial reluctance to let him be in charge. "Go!"