"You seriously need a shave by the way," Vala chimed in off the cuff as she backed off from the Primta when it rasped at her. Nasty things, even without a Jaffa or a host it seemed to look at her like it was superior in some way.

The Doctor appeared to know what he was doing, she'd have been lost without him, not a point that she found easy admitting to, even to herself. Or maybe it was like when she came across a security system she'd never encountered before. Somehow instinct kicked in and things just happened, she liked to think it was skill but if truth be known it was usually just fluke with a modicum of intelligent guesswork.

"Well that doesn't look particularly potent, I was expecting something that smoked maybe, fluorescent maybe. Or at least effervescent!"

The tired looking raven haired woman took the vial however and held it poised ready to empty a few drops into the goa'uld's mouth from above. Squeezing the pressure point in its glands that would make it open wide (which in itself seemed to be instinct more than conscious knowledge) the jaws of the creature opened up willingly, frozen there immobile for the time she needed to empty a few drops inside him.

"That enough?" She asked, still holding it at arm's length, and keeping its jaw locked open.