Aeryn sneaks another look at John, concerned. "Travel through it?" she repeats. Black holes aren't the same as wormholes; surely he realizes that. Surely he hasn't gotten that desperate to return home. She doesn't miss Crichton's little rub against his temples either.

She shakes her head a little, getting back to the subject at hand. "Like Moya," she muses. "Does Stacy communicate with the crew often?" Since there's no Pilot intermediary, the fact the ship can 'speak' at all fascinates her.