D'Argo enters Moya's Command, where Zhaan is reading screens. "Their plasma conductor is targeted on us," she says, and then suggests that they signal their intent to leave, and then "depart without incident." D'Argo explains that this is asking for deadness, because the Sheyang are that kind of alien that attacks weakness and flees from strength. Like most other kinds of aliens on this show except for the really cool ones. (Oh, MAN! I gotta write about the effin' dog people later! Tsk. This show.) Zhaan offers a plan B: "We get the others on board, we decouple, and then attempt to starburst." D'Argo says that the Sheyang will be blowing them up well before that, and Zhaan whines that Moya has "no offensive capabilities -- nothing to signal strength." (Wishing you and your little flying girlfriend had some guns, are ya? Hmm. That's not very "Zhaan," is it? I guess sometimes choosing the self-importantly pacifist option just doesn't cut it, does it?) D'Argo's like, "I know! I hate how Moya has no guns! Finally we understand each other!"

Gilina says the DS is fucked...but then figures out that it's not, if she just blah blah blah, and Aeryn tells her to shut up and do it. "Officer Sun, I know you're not a tech, but..." and it's neat, because she's following protocol -- if you're talking to infantry, kiss ass, because they're the ones in charge, because they're the ones with guns -- and Aeryn's just like, "Eh, just tell me." Gilina says it all depends on the power reserves, but they're looking at eight hours, minimum. And the Sheyang are totally vulturing around above their head trying to figure out Moya, which is not going to take eight hours, so Aeryn prepares to go off yet again, but John jumps in with some 'babble, which to Gilina is like the sweetest music plus a Belgian waffle amount of hot Crichton lovin'. Yeah. That'll take the itch off Aeryn's trigger finger like friggin' Gold Bond.

D'Argo worries about what we all just worried about and then we cut to the Sheyang ship for two seconds -- one stupid froggy laughs about how Moya's a pussy and the other stupid froggy says that Leviathans don't ever come into the Uncharted Territories so they're going to bag this awesome rare creature -- and then Zhaan informs everybody that their weapons countdown has begun. Countdown. Why? John tells Aeryn that Moya needs some anti-froggy help and Aeryn's like, "Too late," and even D'Argo's like, "I guess maybe we'll just have to live on the Zelbinion then, if they blow Moya up." Pilot: "D'Argo? Zhaan? Moya and I are very afraid of fire." Aww. See, we can't be having that kind of shit. Figure it out, people.