"I-I can get Crichton back to Moya," the bounty hunter says in a rough baritone. He looks bewildered to see a creature like Siffluer. It's clearly a first for him. "I will call them now."

The knot in Crichton's chest loosens a little just hearing that. He's getting out of here. Goddamn, he really didn't think he'd ever make it off this rock. "Call them," he urges. "The less time we sit around talking here the better."

To Siffleur, he asks, "Do you want to come with us? If Scorpius suspects you helped free me, he'll kill you or worse."