Aeryn is messing with a large bundle of wires as Rygel sneers at her chances of taking over the ship. Aeryn says that she's disabled Pilot's ability to monitor them. She adds, "We just have to hope that the others keep him busy." Rygel's not too impressed with that plan, but Aeryn insists that a soldier has to take chances. The point here is: they bicker. Come to think of it, I could have summarized three-quarters of the episode with those two words. Wish I'd thought of that earlier.

Crichton stalks the corridor, Scorpius trailing behind and talking with an echoey voice. It's kind of nice to see Scorpius again like this, back before he became the Fonzie, or the Spike, or whatever your personal example is of a character whose popularity far exceeded his usefulness. Scorpius says, "You remember that cracker? That older kid, Howie Lewis, who beat you up for it? You were just twelve." Crichton goes on ducking around corners as Scorpius describes how Crichton poured sugar into the tank of Howie's Harley, and concludes, "Revenge is a dish best served cold, and you like revenge, don't you?" Crichton finally turns around and tells Scorpius to shut up. He mutters, "I hate it when villains quote Shakespeare." Well, lucky for you he wasn't quoting Shakespeare, then. Grumble. Star Trek has so goddamned much to answer for. Scorpius tells Crichton that they're coming to kill him; cue the whirly music as he adds, "We'd better get ready."

T'raltixx shouts, "I need more light!" Pilot's all, "I canna give her any more poweh, Cap'n," only without the accent. T'raltixx whines, "Please, Pilot. You save me, then I'll save you." Pilot, lucid for a moment, asks what he needs to be saved from. T'raltixx insists that the rest of the crew is plotting against him, and repeats that Pilot can't trust them. Pilot sighs that he'll boost the power to T'raltixx's whajamahoozit.