Now that the medical staff has been laid off for good, Crichton decides they'll take the two remaining Interons back aboard Moya. "One of them died because of me," he says. "You think they can be saved?" Aeryn asks. "You were," he replies. You know, Crichton, you are a lot hotter when we can see the tasty leather pants and you are not acting like a 6th-grader. Aeryn still looks a little wigged to be alive.
Speaking of alive, it's Scorpius, playing with the implant, still at Kaiser PermaNOTe. Braca interrupts his reverie for some exposition: "A signal from the command carrier, sir. Moya and Talyn have both fled. A prowler detail is on its way to pick us up." Scorpius asks about the maurauder, and Braca doesn't bother to hide his grin as he says lightly, "Destroyed." Scorpius drawls, "Plainly, Officer Kobrin overestimated his piloting skills." Well, we'll miss him and his flawless, metrosexual skin. Scopius is like, "On to bigger and better things! Like a new Gammak research base! Who doesn't get hot for the scientific method and defense spending?" Well, Scorpy does. Metaphorically, I mean. And he nearly swoons at the prospect of prying all the wormhole information out of the chip. If he's all that thrilled over one chip, I can't even imagine how he comports himself at Fry's.
Back aboard Moya, Chiana and her giant neon sign reading "Ask me about all the sex I'm NOT having with Jothee!" snuggle up to an exhausted D'Argo. She asks him if the food tastes all right, and he's like, "Mmmph. There's a secret ingredient...mmmm. It tastes like pending betrayal! Or is it cardamom?" D'Argo mentions that he's so cold, he can't smell anything, but he's warming up. Rygel interjects, "[My food] is more than adequate. All the time you two spent in here was ultimately productive." Heh -- he totally suspects. D'Argo does not. He sighs happily, "Two excellent cooks. I couldn't be luckier." We get a close-up of Chiana's guilt-ridden face as she looks at Jothee. Rygel, meanwhile, blusters about how he's thrilled Greenschlick is dead, as he was ripped off by the crusty con.
And then the forlorn woodwind solo starts up, so you just know we're about to get that patented Farscape Feel Bad Episode Ender. The camera focuses on Crichton's face -- half in light, half in shadow -- as he hangs on the bridge and looks at the two people-sicles. Aeryn comes in, and he asks, "Finished making your rounds?" Without looking at him, she nods. I love that she even did that -- it's such a nice, small, consistent detail.