An energy blast whanged off a support strut near Crichton’s head. He yelped and scrambled for
cover behind the armored bulk of Pilot’s body. Another shot chased him into his refuge.
Pilot peered down his nose at the cowering human. “Commander, you are behaving in an
exceptionally cowardly manner.”
“Three words for you, Pilot. Pissed off woman.”
“Are we clear, John?” Aeryn yelled from the far side of the Den.
“Yes, my love! Crystal clear! I promise I will never forget to replace the hygienic wipes in the
waste alcove when I’ve used up the last of them ever again!!!”
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