Crichton, in his flight suit, comes to see Aeryn, who's doubled over in the middle of a coughing fit. Once she's shoved her lung back down her throat, she tells Crichton that the mission is foolhardy, and it makes no sense for him to die as well. You seem to be having some respiratory difficulties there, my dear, so I hope you don't take it too badly if I tell you not to waste your breath. Pilot cuts in that they've reached the designated coordinates, and then Aeryn asks Crichton if humans have some sort of ritual "for occasions like these"? I'm not sure if she's referring to the fact he needs an awful lot of luck here, or if it's more that there's a good chance this is the last time they'll ever see each other. But in either case, if I were Crichton, I'd go with making out as the answer. They shake hands instead, and Aeryn gets to her feet and tremblingly wishes him good luck. He leaves her, frightened and alone. Sniff.
Beauty shot of Moya in front of a large reddish-orange planet. Pilot tells the crew that it's an uninhabitable gas giant, but there's a moon on the other side large enough to have an atmosphere. I'd guess it's Yavin, but while we're certainly in a galaxy far, far away, I don't think seven years is "a long time ago" on quite the scale they mean. Anyway, the mass of the planet will shield Moya from the moon base completely.
Crichton is checking on what must be Aeryn's Prowler, since Larraq went and got his ship blown up and all. Chiana appears, wearing a traveling cloak complete with shawl over her head. I wonder if the action figure for Chiana comes with accessories, and if so, if they have age ratings on them. Crichton isn't amenable to the idea of Chiana coming with him, but she informs him that what he needs on this mission is a talented burglar. Crichton asks what her angle is, and she tells him she wants to earn her keep. He doesn't believe her, probably still slightly miffed over the role she played in freeing the virus last episode, but as proof of both her intentions and her usefulness, she forks over the identification chip she lifted from Larraq. She adds that it will provide maximum-security clearance, and that's all the convincing Crichton needs, as he could use the help. He dangerously, and rather sexily, swings her around and adds, "If you're gonna help." I know you didn't ask, but if she won't, I will.