She didn't hesitate to get down on her knees, as much as it pained her to supplicate herself in the face of aggressive Jaffa it was a necessary evil - there were just too many of them. Vala's hands went instinctively to the back of her head. She had a gun tucked into the back of her pants and a healing device in her pocket. They could take her backpack, she didn't care about that, and hopefully they'd not bother searching her further after that, well she could hope at least.

The blow they'd given the Doctor was not to be taken lightly, she'd winced and wanted desperately to be able to do something for the man.

"Do you know who I am?" Vala said in her own Goa'uld dialect and with the same superiority and arrogance that Qetesh would. "Your God will not be pleased if you mistreat me." It was worth a shot, either they'd give her the benefit of the doubt or she'd just pushed their patience one step too far.