As soon as John reached for his nose to stop the flow of blood Aeryn jumped out of bed and grabbed the the pistol she kept next to bed for just an emergency. It wasn't a pulse pistol, but a few trips to the gun range made Aeryn just as deadly as she had been with her previous weapon of choice. She pointed the gun right at little John's head and started taking a few steps back to give them some safe distance.
"Who the hell are you? And if you say you're John Crichton I will shoot you in that bed."