John arrives on the Terrace, a lovely place we don't see enough, where Aeryn is crouched, watching the lovely Drak swarm into space. He stays back. "Remember me? Didn't we meet at a party a few years back?" She almost smiles... John comes near, so she heads for the door, but turns. "You know. I always thought that lesser life forms were useless, just something to be squashed." Check out how this is her terrifying form of flirting, because she is crazy. John starts in on how humbling it is when you realize the Drak are just people like us, but interrupts himself with a smile. "You're not talking about the Draks, are you?" She grins sweetly. "Fine. Well, on behalf of lesser life forms everywhere, I accept the compliment." Which is a pretty cool elision: if the bugs are for stomping, then other races are for stomping, for the PeaceKeepers, but realizing that symbiosis is just the nature of cohabitation in the universe, then this is a PK crossing that divide