D'Argo groans and coughs and drinks, sympathizing with the Charrids' treatment by the Scarrans. The officer wipes his mouth with his hand and asks what D'Argo wants. "Me? I've got what I want." They laugh at him: "You enjoy traveling with a group of thieves and a Hynerian slug?" He responds that he's banking, so yeah. The Charrids pay attention, and he indicates his "employer," played by Rygel the Slug. One of them laughs, "What is this? Dinner?" and Rygel looks at them regally. "This is opportunity." Fear and money: Kalish and Charrids. And without them, and the flowers, what are Scarrans? Nothing at all. This is the truth about authority, of course, but also about reliance on subjugate nations: they will go Afghanistan on your ass so fast once there's money and fear in the equation.

Sikozu follows the young Kalish around the control room as he fusses and futzes. "You will submit identification details before we can process a background analysis," he says, and Sikozu tells him to shove it. "You can trust me as I am, or I am gone." She looks deeply into his eyes, and debuts her new power for this week. Only it's not a power so much as it is a really upsetting thing she can do: turn her left eyeball all the way around in its socket to reveal a golden cat's eye marble on the backside. He's startled, she flips it back around again: "Now ,what of your background?" He looks around shiftily, then does the same thing. She sighs, and leans forward, her forehead on his, so much more intimate than sex, and tells you she's home. "How many other bioloids are here?" He tells her he's the one resistance member to infiltrate the base, and she asks how much hatred is there between the Charrids and Kalish: "Even more than the outer worlds; there's more at stake. Bigger egos." She nods. "Then I will be straight with you: we want to ignite that hatred and we want to use it as a cover for our escape. Will you help us?"