A short time later, Vinnet found herself confined to a room near a wall-hanging with the mark of Apophis. What she assumed to be a security contingent had arrived only minutes after she had, placed a strange device on her chest, and escorted her here. Finally, she saw someone approach her doorway and enter.

"What is your purpose here?" he asked sharply.

Play Goa'uld or do you think they've heard of Tok'ra? Sarah wondered.

*I will speak until we know where they stand.*

"Alrighty," Sarah replied, accidentally speaking aloud.

Vinnet quickly surfaced, trying to cover the inconsistancy with a coughing spell. "I demand to know why I am being detained."

The man stared skeptically. "You do not need to pretend she did not speak; the device you are wearing indicates who has control."

She frowned as the implications of his comment sank in and glanced to the device, which now showed red. "My request stands."

"A recent triad brought to light the point that many Goa'uld hosts do not care to be hosts. Lya requested to hear your host's point of view," he explained calmly.

As she considered what she might say, Sarah suddenly found herself in control. "All you had to do was ask," she insisted. "How's Mr. Hartman?" He frowned, confusion playing across his face. She continued, "We came here with a very sick man, and I need to know how he's doing."

"He is stable." The Tollan frowned, still confused. "You are not happy for the opportunity to speak?"

She shrugged. "It's just something you take for granted. I mean, Vinnet didn't really change my life or anything. Much. After a while..."

"So you volunteered to be a host?" he inquired.

"Not really, but I didn't object, if that answers your question." She paused for a second, and her eyes flashed, the device's indicator flickering to red momentarily. This repeated twice, the light staying red a few seconds longer the last time before finally staying blue. "Um," Sarah mumbled, "can you take this thing off now? Vinnet's having troub--" Her eyes flashed again as the symbiote tried to cut her off.

The red light flickered only once this time, but it finally stayed on. "My host agreed to the blending," Vinnet insisted, her pride still partially intact. The thought that she might not be able to take control of her host, even in the presence of a foreign device, disturbed her; it was her only means of communicating with the galaxy. On top of that, she didn't need her host to go asking someone to help the symbiote.

The Tollan frowned and took a step back from the symbiote. "You should not have been able to speak before she had finished..."

Sarah's cheeks blushed slighly. "She did not mind."