The girls presence on the ship had slowly faded from odd to routine.

Annelie dropped onto the ground as she felt three solid kicks delivered to her shoulder, side and hip. She flopped onto her back and tried to stifle a cry.

"You lead to much with your eyes," Aeryn said peering over her, "you give too much away and give your opponent the perfect initiative to kill you." Aeryn held out her hand and Annelie took it with shaking fingers.

"You've killed people with your bare hands before haven't you?" Annelie asked, trying to keep the trace of fear out of her voice.

Aeryn nodded, "yes. When I was a Peacekeeper, but not recently, no. Not because I wanted to."

Annelie licked her lips, "can you teach me how…to not lead with my eyes?"

Aeryn pushed up her sleeves. "It takes practice."

Annelie snorted. "Not like I haven't got the time."

Aeryn nodded curtly. "Turn your head to one side, this leads their eyes away from your fists and then you'll be able to catch them of guard.

Annelie bit her lip and moved her left hand, just as Aeryn's eyes moved a millimeter Annelie shot out her right fist and snapped it into Aeryn's jaw. "Like that?" She asked with a satisfied smile.

Aeryn looked up and touched her fingers to her throbbing chin. "Yes," she said, sweeping out her legs she knocked Annelie off her feet. Aeryn stared down at Annelie who was rubbing the back of her head. "Don't ever let your guard down." Aeryn held out her hand again, "get up, I just thought of something else to teach you."

"You might want to be careful with that." Crichton said, just as a spark shot out of the wire, Delwyn screamed and jumped, she banged her head against a sharp corner. "I told you to be careful." John said shaking his head.

Delwyn shot him a glare, "you might think of doing that before the stupid thing explodes in my face."

"You might think to be a little more careful there Delwyn, before you kill yourself."

Delwyn snorted, "I'm not going to kill myse—"

Crichton winced as another spark shot out of the wire, this time it gave Delwyn a slight jolt. She tossed down her wrench.

"Stupid tool," she grumbled, "no wonder it keep shocking me, its metal, metal is a conductor for crying out loud."

"The reason it keeps shocking you is because you are touching it to a frayed wire. You have to cut off the destroyed piece before you try to reattach it again." Delwyn watched as Crichton snipped off the frayed end of the gray wire with a pair of sturdy scissors; then as he attached two wires together.

"See?" Crichton pointed, "no shock," he reached over for another tool and shouted as he felt a small jolt .

Delwyn tried to hide her smile. "Sure, right."

"Okay," Crichton handed Delwyn another tool, "right there." He pointed.

Delwyn reached up through the mess of wires and felt a stray frayed wire slice through her hand. She cried out and pulled her hand back. On Elwon, they did have medical facilities but you were lucky to get a chance to go there; there weren't many supplies, so Delwyn and Annelie had learned to take care of themselves.

"Careful!" John reached out for her hand but Delwyn pulled it back. "Give me your hand." He held out his hand.

"It hurts," Delwyn whimpered. Crichton grabbed Delwyn's hand and reached for the first aid kit. Delwyn looked down at the ball of her palm; the cut was deep and seeping profusely. Crichton looked down at Delwyn's scarred and callused hands.

"They did this to you?" He asked, pulling an object out of the first aid kit. It looked like a small metallic pen and when he pressed the point to her broken skin she jumped as it zapped her flesh back together.

"No…"Delwyn replied finally, she wiped her eyes with the back of her left hand. "The hours in the hot sun did this too me."

"You an Annelie shouldn't have had to do that," Crichton wiped her skin off with a small cloth.

Delwyn shrugged, "it was better than death," she grimaced. "Almost."

"Does it still hurt?"

Delwyn nodded, "it burns."

Crichton blew on it absently before he wrapped it tightly in more of the white gauze. "Better?" he asked and Delwyn smirked.

"Yes," she replied, picking back up her tool. She fiddled with the wires for a few moments before she looked over to Crichton. "Did you think…do you think me and Annelie could stay here? On Moya?"

"Of course if you want; where else would you go?"

"I don't know. I've been worried that this whole thing has been too good to be true." A flash of her vision fleeted momentarily in front of her eyes.

Suddenly Zhaan's voice crackled over John's communicator. "We need you on deck, an unknown ship is approaching Moya at an unusual speed."

John shot Delwyn a look. "Maybe it is."