Bobby approaches Noranti in the kitchen, where she's kicking a totally cute pulled-back hairstyle, with braids hanging down around her face and drop earrings. She looks -- I know! -- very pretty. She's making rat poison. "Gonna kill a few?" asks Bobby knowingly, and he angles in on the glass dishes into which she's grinding her stuff. "On the contrary," Noranti jokes. "The rats asked me to make this so that they can kill some humans." This is like the coolest she ever is, on this show. She's maybe the best part of the whole episode. "Every planet has its indigenous potions," she says in a lofty voice, "just waiting to be blended and discovered! I'm playing!" He asks -- as John paces in Moya, watching -- what Noranti thought about South America. She turns to face him. "Very verdant -- uh, 'green.' No green people, though: now, that's a shame." Bobby mentions a rumor that her third eye scared some people, she shrugs but you can tell she's a little put off. I love how vain she is. "Something about witchcraft. They were very fearful. ...Rygel's going down to sort it all out." Dr. Garrett Hamilton, the hopeful anthropologist, appears. "I was in South America when she came through: many of the 'miracles' she's credited with have yet to unravel under scrutiny." He tries so hard. An anonymous commentator, voice distorted, is identified as "High Level Administrative Source, Intelligence Community": "We're fairly certain we know how she...cured the...blind boy in Brazil." As Noranti talks animatedly, we return to Hamilton: "Why is it so hard for us to believe that someone from another planet can do things that we find extraordinary? Isn't she, herself, extraordinary? Just by being here?" I'll say.

Noranti speaks to the camera: "I like that you're always striving to reach higher. Hoping for a better tomorrow. It's the quality that first attracted me to your uncle." That humans dream? "Yes! You're so ignorant, but you never give up. Even in the face of insurmountable odds." Fletcher (the sociologist who's afraid we're reaching some kind of social critical mass with the introduction to aliens) smiles hugely. "Listen to what she's saying about us! Humans never give up. Now, for that to become impressed upon an alien mind -- this simple fact that we would tend to take for granted ourselves -- becomes validation that we eventually will fit in! Never give up!" There's an awful part of me that thinks he's airing his own shit at this point, every time I see the episode, but you shouldn't let that make you think I have anything against sociologists. They all talk like that. Before he can pull out his copy of Slim's Table and bore us all into the fearsomest Death By Ethnography, we turn back to the video. Noranti offers to mix something up to get Bobby's voice to drop; he declines the offer, but she's clearly feeling affectionate: she leans crazy and manic into the camera, woggling her face all over like the best grandma on the best day ever: "Watch out for the rats! They go for the young ones first!" This episode does more for the Association For Loving The Hell Out Of Noranti than...any episode, ever. She's a new woman!