Daniel's response was immediate, protective, tinged with the constant hatred against the Goa'uld that he lived and breathed day in and day out. She always had a choice. Maybe not back when she was a host, he corrected, but right now, she did. It was her body, no one was going to make her give it up. As far as he could see, Daniel was the one along for the ride, like an unwanted guest who decided to take up residence on the couch for the next several weeks. Minus the part where he'd showed up on his own free will. And the whole couch thing. So maybe the comparison didn't work quite as well as it should, but the general idea was there.

The walk up to his lab wasn't completely smooth. Letting Vala take over was like someone carrying a completely helpless him. Several times, Daniel stumbled or took control of her eyes without thinking, tried to look around before remembering she was supposed to be in control for the most part. Sorry.

Now, they looked around the lab, and unless his body managed to thin itself out impossibly, he wasn't hiding in the sarcophagus. At least you don't have to worry about your body vanishing, Daniel piped up. Either wandered off, which was worrying, to say the least, or someone had taken him, which might somehow be the worse option.

"I agree, it could have started when she found the statue. Could we try and put a search out for my body?" Daniel couldn't help asking. Maybe not as high priority as finding Pinkie Pie, but the longer it went out there unaccounted for...