John inquires about how Zhaan's doing, and she admits it's weird: "I can still sense her, deep inside...[it was like how] we're imprisoned in this room, with the rest of the ship just out of reach: I was within my own mind, yet I couldn't reach past, to think or feel what I wanted." Which is the best description of the not-so-nice stuff about Zhaan you're likely to hear, even if that doesn't apply here. John smiles sweetly at her that he's glad she's safe, and she gives him a bunch of wonderful, calm credit: "Now you've struck this truce, we're all safe." I could kiss her for that. John's so proud he floats back across the room to Aeryn, where he sits and remembers not to touch the bunny. She jerks her face toward him, still terrified by the boogeyman of her own body, and he asks if she's "feelin' better." (The accent right now, wow. Poor guy.) She's like, "No, actually still feeling hellish." He admits he doesn't know how long this is going to take, and caresses her cheek wonderfully. "We didn't cover the life cycle of deep space insects at JFK High." Everybody silently wonders what they did cover. Apparently simple levers and switches, for example, were not on the curriculum. Not freaking the fuck out all the time. Plans that make even a tiny bit of rational sense. Things they did cover: Giving Yourself a Hell Yeah, with Posturing Lab. Not Smacking Muppets. Sexual Tension Like To Kill Ya. Ass-Flattering Pants. That one, though, he did AP.