Ron had taken to hiding in the Sensorium, which at present looked like a dojo, ad was presently practicing his Tai Shing Pek Kwar. Without Kim around, he was definitely going ot have to step up, even if he did vastly prefer just being a distraction on missions. But even constant practice wasn't enough to distract im from missing his friends and family, especially KP, and despite hiding from the crew, he would definitely enjoy having someone to talk to at the moment.

While the other captives screamed, shouted, begged, the MacManus twins were eerily quiet as they struggled fiercely against their bonds. Their expressions flickered rapidly; hatred, fear, uncontrolled anger, and in brief, steadily lengthening flashes between, stubborn, utter calm.

Through it all, neither brother's gaze wavered from the other's.

Kaylee is looking for someone in charge.

Or at least, she's looking for someone who can take her to someone in charge. She's not really picky. She's got some questions, and she's got a message to deliver. Also, she'd like to know if there's anything to eat that's not... mush. Also if there's anything that she can do to help.

So she's prowling the halls, looking for... people, and muttering to herself.

"...Neuropathy, Engineering Alcove, vents past the doors..."

Officially avoiding the medlab for the foreseeable future, yet not feeling the urge to go wandering around the city again, Lyta made her way to the observation deck. Selecting one of the eye-like windows at random, she walked up to it and stared out into the vast light display of the space outside. After the recent chaos and violence within the ship, the chaos outside it seemed to have a soothing and relaxing effect on the red-headed telepath. First giant cockroaches, now mind-controlling slugs. Lyta was beginning to realize that this place was going to be just as dangerous as Babylon 5, if not more.

On Babylon 5 there had been a military presence, Captain Sheridan and the command crew making sure that things never got too out of hand. But here, there was none of that. Sure, Cybil had been assigned as Captain, but aside from that there was nothing else. No command structure. Everyone attacking first without thinking about what effect it might have on the other crew members. The disastrous battle with the cockcroaches had proved that. More crew members had been taken down by fellow crewmates than had been by the roaches. And the medlab incident was the same way. Shoot first, plan later had become the mantra. And it made Lyta question what she ought to be afraid of more: the ship (and the secrets it held) or the other crew members.

Brainiac 5, for all his 12th-level genius, is an idiot. Sometimes there's just this thing that mad scientist nerds do, a sort of super-focus that overrides all else. Brainy seems to be in that fugue state of total concentration right now, as he distractedly gets himself some food.

He's an idiot because it's been days since he's, you know, eaten, because he still hasn't slept, and because he still hasn't had his own injuries tended to. (The plant-sap is a wound sealant and antibacterial agent. It'll do for now, is his reasoning).

Even now, he's synched up his omnicom to the vitals of the few left in the MedBay, and is plinking away at it. Sam is stable, but still in his coma, or else he wouldn't have left.

"Omnicom, record under medical file for Winchester, Sam. New entry. Neural regeneration proceeding as planned, and neural grafts seems to be healing cleanly. Vital signs are stable. BP and pulse are at normal parameters, but further monitoring is advised..."

While distracted, and prone to bumping into someone else with his tray as he carries it back with him to a table to wolf down slop as quickly as he's able, he's there, if anyone has need of him, or wants to goggle at the green guy (if they're new), or wants to know why Superman wanted to beat him up.