Aeryn moves away, and as she starts untying the others, Crichton starts coming up with one his patented crazy plans: "T'raltixx said that we're attacked through our optic neurons. That's how he's getting to us." So, we're assuming that the bad guy was telling the truth about that because....eh, whatever. Crichton says that they need to figure out how to protect him from the light and heat, and then he'll go kill T'raltixx. D'Argo snorts at the idea of sending Crichton in, but Crichton insists, "I'm the only one around here keeping it vaguely under control." Cue the bickering about who gets to kill T'raltixx. Chiana, surprisingly, takes Crichton's side, explaining that he isn't as affected "because he's deficient." Crichton doesn't care for that theory, but Chiana points out that he's got the worst vision of any of them. Crichton complains, "I got great eyes! They're better than 20/20, and they're blue!" Chiana asks if he can read what's written on a basin across the room. Crichton turns and looks, and we see a nice copper basin without any markings. Crichton says there's nothing written on it. Rygel chuckles and reads, "Warning..." D'Argo chimes in, "Don't flush corrosives --" and Aeryn puts a hand over one of her eyes and finishes, "-- down the waste tunnel." Crichton huffs that they're playing a joke on him, and Aeryn sighs that they'd better come up with a good plan. As they all parade out of the room, Crichton hisses, "I'm not deficient. I'm superior! Humans are superior!"

Some time later, Zhaan is applying a nice facial mask to Crichton with, for some reason, a pair of forceps. She expositions that it's a "heat-deflecting paste." Crichton bitches that it smells like puke, and Zhaan chirps, "I pre-digested it to increase its potency." Crichton is displeased. D'Argo appears with a pair of goggles and urges him to hurry. Crichton makes with some meta-commentary about how stupid the goggles look, and D'Argo hands him the Qualta blade as well. Aeryn offers Crichton a shield she made out of a bit of her Prowler. She claims, "It will withstand a Zakkian laser pulse." I see. Chiana throws some solar-reflective material over Crichton's shoulders and pins it as he grouses, "I'm the deficient one and I'm still saving your butts." On cue, Chiana tells him to bend over. He does, and she slaps Crichton's helmet onto his head. It, too, has been coated with goo. Crichton asks if he looks ridiculous. Well, the hat is actually covering his hair, so it sort of balances out. Aeryn blinks and nods slightly. Rygel zooms over and says, "Don't worry, this is T'raltixx's disappearing device, so it won't matter how ridiculous you look." Chiana hangs the device around Crichton's neck, so it covers his abdomen. Everyone else steps back to admire their work, and Crichton hums "The Ride of the Valkyries" and suddenly strikes a heroic pose, thrusting his sword up into the air, with his shiny cloak flapping over his shoulders, covered in green goo. There's a Camelot-ish flourish on the soundtrack, and Aeryn sighs, "We are going to die."