"What, like Fantastic Voyage?" John's voice sounded tinny to him. They always did in the helmets. It was pretty dark in the chute, aside from a few glowing green chevrons running down into infinity - or at least what his monkey brain kept jabbering was pretty damn close to infinity, John deciding he wasn't against the weird tentacle tethers anymore. "Probably need to find some willing subjects for that - I can't imagine anyone being cool with people scooting around their insides."

He felt about for the next foothold. Ian was a pretty reliable guy from what he'd seen and if there was someone he wanted to watch his back going into some ship's guts, Ian Chesterton had to be pretty high up on his list.

Basically he was like the polar opposite of Rygel. In just about every aspect.

"Ever gone spelunking?" John couldn't help but talk. It distracted him from thinking about how impossible Stacy's tech should be if you were looking at this from Earth's perspective.