On Moya Zhaan's head hangs in some black place. She opens her mouth and silently vents more spores. Her eyes are red.

Aeryn walks around yelling stuffily for Zhaan. Pilot can't locate Zhaan because Moya's senses are all congested, and since Moya is worsening, he thinks they might have to vent the atmosphere anyway. "Udderstud," Aeryn sighs.