"Ms" Stacy? Huh. Talk about polite! He hasn't heard a lot of folks running around calling their ships Ms or Mr anything. Moya and Pilot would probably love this guy, he thinks, turning to follow the Doctor's gaze out the window. It's so big that John finds it dizzying and he guesses it's probably one of those human things, the part where he's simply not hardwired like Sebaceans to be instantly comfortable with seeing a big void out there. John watches the Doctor. He doesn't seem to have any problems with it at all.

"So you really think we're in a different universe entirely?" He'd just gotten used to the idea of being shot to another part of the galaxy. Another universe? John's still struggling to wrap his head around that one. "There's got to be someone who came from around here. Maybe we could try to get a common reference point."