Next time, Jonathan promises himself, he's locking his baby sister and her husband in the brig and making a run for it.

"I'm sorry," Rick barks from one side of the airship, "you pick now, after we've just escaped with our lives--" (from mummies, Jonathan supplies) "--after you returned from the dead--" (fortunately not as a mummy) "--to tell me you kissed...him--(oh, another mummy; what a surprise!) "--back in the desert eleven years ago."

Evie just raises her chin and retorts, "It seemed like a good idea at the time."