"Hell, I'm sorry Aeryn, is my inferior human anatomy inconveniencing you?" he mumbles, face first into the couch. Compassion: she's still gotta work on it.

It's not as bad as some of the crap he's been through since landing on Moya, but touring an alien planet would be a hell of a lot more fun if he wasn't sure the only thing he'd be seeing is the inside of their bathrooms. Assuming they have bathrooms. They have to have bathrooms, right?

"Listen, I don't think I'm going anywhere for another couple of hours at–ugh," he starts, cutting himself off when a wet burp roils to the surface. That... that was unpleasant. He keeps his fist in front of his mouth for a few more seconds, until he's sure he's not going to toss his cookies again. "—at least. If you want to go down to the planet, you should go without me."

It's not her first rodeo. Hell, he's surprised she even wanted to wait for him.