Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, you tell me.

We can't ditch. We gotta stick.

Yeah, that's okay.

D'Argo. He can help them.

D'Argo's awake.

When the Prowler's fuel runs out, we starve.

We must cherish each other.

Building her trust is time- consuming

But we are alike now.

until they are too far from the asteroid field to hide again.

Then we must cherish it while we have it.

Charging all frag cannons.

Spare me your disapproval.

He's in the asteroid field, apparently in great pain.

To travel deeper into the Uncharted Territories.

It's indescribable.

A direct interface with Talyn.

Oh, they say they'll call home, Pilot, once a week.

Here ends my report,

Get used to the idea.

You sure as hell were. Days. I don't know how many. I kinda lost track of time.

Damnit! What the hell's he doing?

Oh, really? Well, then don't give me any dren about how much you love me.

Paper wraps rocks.

I'm going to hunt you down.

She finally managed to scoop us up. Brought us here. Some...

and in the next level of existence,

Orphaned from all we ever knew.

Aeryn has spotted Marauders

My patience is formidable, Crais.

Either they have no plan whatsoever,

the gunship's ability to starburst

Even I'm pleased to see you.

Tell me you approve of that.

No D'Argo, no Aeryn, no Crichton.

Prowler to Talyn.

Your progress report was overdue. I concluded you were incapacitated

- It might facilitate matters if you explain to him... - No.

So you'll do it?

This one will not.

What, you... you can't eat?