The whisper of air that she sucked in between her teeth was the only evidence that he'd cut her to an onlooker. Vala barely moved, resisting the urge to recoil from it with a control that she even surprised herself with, even as the metal blades continued to her waist in a mockery of tenderness. Damn, that hurt like a bitch. It was Cam's voice she heard in her head saying that as she glanced down to the bleeding slits in her side. His southern drawl making it seem comical and enabling her to look at it like an outsider to her own pain sensors. Keeping this up was going to be tough. Of all the Goa'uld she'd come across, none seemed to revel in their sadism quite the same way he did. He was more than power hungry, he thirsted for blood.

Vala could only imagine what business he was referring to, but she was pretty sure it wasn't going to be signing off a few requisition forms. Not if the look in his eyes was anything to go by. She would focus on the layout, the few trips out of her cell that she'd been allowed were barely enough to get her bearings never mind have an overall picture in her head. The more he took her with him, the better. And with the fact there had been no direct refusal of her request, things were looking promising.

"Lead the way then." The blood from her side spilled over from the gashes and threatened to slowly spread over down her thigh, but Vala stood there as if he'd simply asked her to walk with him. She made it look like the arrogance and aloofness came naturally. The reality couldn't be further than the truth, Vala's front was being well tested.