Hi, INML, and a belated welcome to the board!
You've put your finger on exactly the moment that made me write this story -- when Aeryn stepped off the pod and steeled herself to look "the other" in the face. And then to manage the words, "Hello, John," before she fled -- to actually call him by that name -- that gave me a chill, it felt as though it had taken everything she had, it was a heroic effort.
It's been a struggle for me, sometimes, to remember that Aeryn isn't an earthgirl, she hasn't been taught to be "nice" -- she's a soldier, a pilot, an involuntary renegade. And she loves John Crichton. Tough combination of forces to find her way through.
And, Dani, as every, many thanks.