Aeryn's still fiddling with the beacon when a hologram of Scorpius springs out like a Jack-in-the-Box. Which would be a pretty awesome toy if you want to traumatize some kids, actually. The message itself seems to be stuck, since Scorpius just says "Reward for the capture of John Crichton" a few times. Aeryn tries thumping the beacon, and the hologram vanishes. Zhaan strolls over and asks what's up. Aeryn explains that there's a glitch in the message, and that she's looking for more data. Zhaan asks, "Like what?," and Aeryn replies, "Like, I don't know, like why don't you leave me alone and go and sit in the sun?" Zhaan smiles in a pissed-off way and wonders if maybe there's a message from Scorpius offering Aeryn a pardon if she'll turn the others in. Aeryn snaps, "Do you have to be so frelling annoying? I'm trying to work here." Crichton's voice comes over the comm, asking where Zhaan is. Zhaan calls, "I'm up in the maintenance bay, John, about to have a fight with Aeryn." Aeryn chuckles fakely. Crichton reminds them about the pulsars, and Zhaan says, "That's right. [T'raltixx] said that it affected lesser species. That might explain her behavior." Aeryn rolls her eyes, and Crichton tells Zhaan to come handle T'raltixx: "You brought his fuzzy ass on board, and he's driving me nuts." Zhaan catches a note of impending craziness in Crichton's voice, and asks if he's all right. Crichton grrs, "I'm fine. Just get your big, blue butt down here!"
The camera swings through the corridor and finds D'Argo exploring an odd noise. He enters the maintenance bay, where Rygel is posed in front of his own pile of crackers. D'Argo growls, "What are you doing?" Rygel stammers a little, and D'Argo marches forward and hauls Rygel up by his robes. Hands on the puppet! Rygel quickly explains that he heard Chiana was stealing food. D'Argo says, "So you decided to get here first?" He adds, "Chiana told me that you would start to rob from us." Rygel whimpers and insists that Chiana's the thief, not him. D'Argo says that if Rygel wants crackers, he can have them. He slams Rygel onto his back and grabs a fistfull of crackers, and then shoves them into Rygel's mouth. Rygel gags and struggles and aw, look at his cute little teeth! D'Argo shoves more and more crackers into Rygel's face as he rants, "We've got plenty. You see? Now eat! You've got three stomachs -- one of them must be empty! EAT 'EM!" I wonder if D'Argo's trying to make pate de foam gras. That would give them something to put on the crackers, at least. D'Argo finally steps back, and Rygel whimpers sadly on the table. D'Argo stares at him and then says, "Grrrah!" Or possibly, "Khhhrrrggh!" And off he stomps.