The flash of concern as he turned to her was brief, but she caught it. Either it was Daniel, or he really was keeping her for a purpose she had yet to fathom. Despite it being quickly replaced by the look of a prospective buyer looking over a slave in a slave market, there was more to it than the simple inspection he would have her believe. She stood tall, with an arrogance that she'd spent years perfecting, inside he made her more uncomfortable than she would ever let him know though. There was a hot prickly sense of humiliation rising in her chest, yet her jaw was held high as he looked her over.

"Is that what you're trying to do? Break me?" Vala actually laughed at that, a sneering superior laugh at the ludicracy of his statement. If he had known Qetesh, then Vala was drawing everything she could from her to stand her ground and match him. "If I'm broken, you aren't the one that can take the credit. Besides the menu being a little disappointing, I've stayed in much worse penal facilities." Her words were for Daniel's benefit, she was fine and she'd dealt with worse. But she edged them an arrogance that a Goa'uld like Sobek wouldn't be able to see past hopefully, an arrogance that was meant to impress him. Well either that or she'd just piss him off, she was hoping the former would ring true.