[His attention turns towards the sound, of course. Clever, although only a temporary measure. Still, credit where it is due; Ray has managed to keep Rip from his goal for now.]

You'll owe her a fair deal more than that, I'm afraid. If I kill you now, that gives me two days.

[He reaches the workstation where Ray's voice seems to come from. Carefully, because he thinks of Jax, all those traps he set aboard the Waverider, Rip kneels down, gun aimed and ready to fire at the first hint of further cleverness on Ray's part.]

Tell me, Dr. Palmer; were you with the party that found Dr. Mid-Nite in the year 3000?