Season 10, Episode "The Company of Thieves"
TWO
Vala was stunned. "You've got to be joking." She pushed the control panel back into place with an angry shove, jarring what was left of the dismal looking crystals.
"Careful," resounded the voice of the large man beside her, "There aren't any spares."
"Jerets," Vala began, her voice coy to disguise her desperation and disgust, "You have to find me something else. This ship isn't fit for flying."
Jerets seemed to find that amusing, his deep bass guffaws echoing throughout the cargo ship. "Something else? Something else? And where do you think that I could find you something else?" He studied her nearly unreadable face and found something in it that made him soften his tone, "Business is bad, Love. It's bad all over the galaxy what with the few remaining Go'auld in hiding, the mad Jaffa salvaging everything they can, and the Ori spreading like a virus. No, Vala, this ship is the only one for sale on this planet for either love or money," his grinned, "Or both it you'd like to work it out that way."
Vala deftly evaded his arms as he reached towards her, "Ah, Jerets, you know my policy. No mixing business with pleasure."
Jerets looked mildly put out, but not surprised that she'd rebuffed his advances. "So, are you interested?"
She planted her hands on her hips and surveyed the wreck before her. How would she explain this sad excuse for a ship to the boys after boasting about her connections? Don't think like that, she scolded herself, this isn't about you. This is about Sam and that lovely Colonel Emerson. Her pride would have to take the backseat to the pressing matter at hand. She shrugged, "How much?"