"I hear you woke up in a tube with D'argo and you were wearing stockings on the last planet you went onto to relax." She sat across from him, chewing even though a crooked smirk. "I'd have to ask Pilot about planets, Moya's star charts should be reliable around here." She contemplated that shackling him and tossing him into a locked room would be the most sure of no trouble, but suddenly changed that path of thought to something more urbane.