Aeryn hasn't a clue why Zinda is suddenly looking at her like that.

Or she does. But the idea of implication makes her face screw up annoyance and rejection at the concept. Looking away before, looking back at her in a ludicrous fashion. Her face stuck in something like a disgusted wince.

Put upon, Aeryn raises a hand point to wear John is presently getting helmets, "Over there. He's from Moya, too."


And that's all there is. They were teammates. Sometimes. The end.