While the rest of the team was getting ready to leave Atlantis and get back to HQ after the battle with the Wraith, Vala sat on Daniel's desk, her feet dancing in the air.
"Do you think I lost my touch, Darling?" she asked casually, looking at a very nice painting on the wall, as Daniel wasn't showing any interest in her presence- acting as she wasn't there at all (which could have been true, as he was so engrossed in All things Ancient). He simply lifted his nose from the old book, and looked at her like she was crazy, waiting for her to move on with the conversation, so that he, too, could know what she was talking about. "McKay. I found him… well, Colonel Sheppard where McKay had left him, I was "working", let's say, under the illusion that McKay was on Queen Death's side, right?"
Daniel didn't give any sign of understanding what she was saying, so he simply waved his hand around, hoping that she would get the hint. That she actually did. "Well… then either I'm not as good as I thought, or your philosophy doesn't work.
"Ok?" Daniel asked. He was a genius. But he really didn't understand her. he doubted that even Carter or- God forbid him for thinking so- McKay could understand Vala on their best days. And they were smarter than him- even that pompous jerk of McKay.
"Well… then I'm either not good at this job, or too good." she simply said. And before Daniel could ask her to clarify her statement, she was gone- running after shiny things, like a cub after a little wild animal.