"So, you and the cap'n are fightin' again?"

Sir Anderson glanced at the young pilot. He had just come to the bridge to stretch his legs, and really wasn't looking for a conversation. "Yes, I suppose we are."

"Why?"

He sighed. "I don't know. I probably shouldn't have called her a criminal, however."

"Yeah, we criminals tend not to like that."

Sir Anderson glared at Mona. "How you can manage to be flippant at a time like this is beyond me."

Mona rolled her eyes. This guy needed to lighten up; he was almost as bad as Saul. "So, Andy…"

The nobleman's head snapped around, a horrified look on his face. "My name is Sir Anderson Chen. You should learn how to address your elders properly, Miss Ramona."

The pilot twitched. "It's Mona. Only my father calls me Ramona."

"Well then, you understand how I feel."

Mona sighed and nodded. "Perfectly."

"I think I'll head back to my quarters."

"All right. See you later, Andy."

Sir Anderson shivered and stepped off the bridge. This was the reason he had never reproduced. "I look forward to it, Ramona." As he went down the corridor, Sir Anderson could hear the pilot's muttered Chinese curses echoing down the hall, and a faint smile passed over his lips.

When Rachel opened her eyes, she thought she was blindfolded. But she didn't feel the blindfold. It was just very dark. She tried to move her hands—they were zip-tied. "Dex?"

A low groan drifted up from her left, then a shuffling sound. He was just regaining consciousness. "Rachel? What's going on, what are you doing in my quarters?"

Rachel shook her head. She loved the man like a brother, but, Buddha help him, he just couldn't hold his chloroform. "Leo, you in here?"

"Over here. They drug you too?"

"Yeah, with a handgun. Your arms tied?"

"Yeah. Been tryin' to break out since I woke up."

Rachel sighed. "You know, I am gettin' real tired of people takin' advantage of my kind and generous nature."

"You think the distress call was a plant?" said the vague outline to her left that was probably Dex.

"I don't know. We ju