Crichton and Aeryn are squished together in the Farscapeâs cockpit. And if you had to sum up this three-parter in one word, "cockpit" is probably it. Aeryn gives Crichton some piloting tips, and he points out that his ship isn't built for "hairpin maneuvers." But he is, as we'll see in a moment. Although, technically, the hair bit and the pinning bit are two separate maneuvers. Aeryn asks if he'd like to learn something and grabs his left hand and plants it firmly around the stick. And I haven't even gotten to the dirty stuff yet. She goes on, "Or are you content to continually display your ineptitude?" He huffs that she must mean his "improvisation" but then he interrupts himself, saying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry -- but what is that smell?" He leans even closer in and nuzzles Aeryn's un-pony-tailed hair before muttering, "It's your hair. It smells." Aeryn looks bemused and coolly says, "Zhaan gave me something." He keeps his face pressed into her mane as he says that he likes it. Aeryn allows herself to smile but displays superhuman fortitude by not immediately swooning. Instead, she turns her head and tells him that it's not for him to like. He says, "Oh. Then what's it for?" and their noses don't quite bump as Aeryn duhs, "For me to like." Crichton faux-innocently asks, "You don't like...that I like it?" and raises a hand to brush her arm. She warns him, "Personal indulgences can fracture a small crew." Crichton looks at her through lowered lids and whispers, "I would never tell them...that you scented your hair." And then they kiss! And then they kiss more! And then Aeryn suddenly twists away, throws open the cockpit hatch, and bolts. Damn it!
Crichton chases Aeryn across the landing bay while she declares, "No, no! I will not be a slave to your hormones!" Chiana's at a table in the corner, presumably working on a voyeurismotron. Crichton snaps, "My hormones? Hey, I was lips; you were tongue!" And then everything gets good again as Aeryn turns to slug Crichton. He blocks her arm, and pins her up against a bulkhead. A lot of my favorite moments on this show seem to involve him pinning girls up against bulkheads. That's not wrong, is it? He presses against her and urgently asks, "Why did you do your hair?" Which is funny. Aeryn confesses, "To see if you'd notice." He releases her at that and moves back so he's just leaning on his outstretched arms as he replies, "Standing. At. Attention." I'm sure she's already aware of that. Aeryn retreats to stoicism: "I'll let Zhaan know that you find her oils pleasing." Crichton says, "It's you I find pleasing." At that, Aeryn ducks under his arm and marches off.