There still had been no weapon forthcoming as promised, Vala thought as he issued his command. It was easier to just focus on the practicalities of survival rather than if anything of the past week or months had affected her. If they had, which they undoubtedly had, Vala was so adept at brushing everything away under a cover of innuendo and sarcasm it was merely second nature to pretend as if everything with herself was fine.

The jewel encrusted dagger by the fruit bowl, meant for slicing the succulent flesh off in slivers presumably was slipped into her waistband before she'd even had chance to consider it. If she'd looked around to see if the Jaffa was watching it would have been too obvious. A bold move was far less suspicious than one made behind furtive glances.