OK, So Maybe THAT Was Easy...

There's more than one way to de-shell a prakik, as my mother always used to say. We can't take off in the TARDIS? Fine. We'll just have to find another way off this planet. We don't know the way out? Fine. We'll just find somebody who does.

Not like that's exactly difficult. Looks like humans are crawling all over these caves, looking for... Well, looking for something they're not going to find, because we got to it first. Ha!

So, finding somebody? No problem. Getting our hands on them? Well, that's where I come in... Hey, I'm good at getting my hands on people...

I wait in the shadows of a side tunnel, stealthy-quiet, just like playing hide-and-search games with my brother when we were kids. The group of humans passes right by me without even glancing my way. Heh. looks like Crichton's not the only one of his species with deficient vision.

When all but the last man in the group have passed by, I step out, still quiet, with very best meek, sweet, and not-completely-innocent expression. He catches sight of me, looks startled, and begins to open his mouth to call out to the others. I put my finger to my lips... verrrry slowly, and step back into the shadows, beckoning. Of course he follows me. Males are the same the universe over! And, of course, Inquirer at that moment steps out of the shadows herself, grabs the guy in a hold he is not getting out of, and clamps a hand over his mouth until his friends are too far away to hear.

I look into our prisoner's wide, terrified eyes, and give him a flirtatious smile.

1. "Looks like we've got ourselves a local guide!" I purr.

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