[So, they're playing that game again. Well, he better get in on it.

Crichton steps up next to The Doctor, puffing his chest out as much as he can, looking like he belongs here. It's a tough look to pull off when there's pulse rifles aimed at you. The higher ranking of the two speaks with a voice like hard stone.]

Were you the one messing with these control panels?

[Crichton is quick to speak up.]

I was just checking them over. You interrupted us. Answer the man, what are you doing here?

[Unfortunately, these guys don't really look like they are falling for this trick. The Peacekeeper doesn't answer them, he taps the communicator on his shirt and speaks into it.]

We have to intruders in the command. Send a detail up to transport them to holding cells.

[He can't really be bothered to do it himself apparently.]