"But I ain't got no cash for the ship, let alone for luxuries, Kaylee! We need a job, and we need one soon, otherwise we'll all be floating dead in the water." Mal Roberts finishes his tirade, the young brunette engineer in front of him begins to argue before Mal throws his hands up. "Stop. Just stop. I'm dealin' with it. I'm dealing with it - stop looking at me with that tone of voice, goramit!"

You spin on your heels and begin to walk away. As you turn away you see Kaylee's usual perky demeanour return and she shouts after you.

"Thanks, cap'n. You're the best!"

Your boots clunk along the metal flooring as you walk towards the bridge of the ship.

"Why does a ship's engineer need perfume, anyways." You continue muttering to yourself. "Girl's always covered in oil anyways, no one's going to smell anything over that musk..."

Back in Serenity's cockpit, you're again surprised by the calmness of the ship. With Jayne and Wash on a (perhaps mistaken) trip to Ariel for black market medical supplies, the usual chit-chat in the flight deck was gone. Silence reigns, except for the faint whisper of static and the hum of the ships subsystems. Zoe was on edge, as was Kaylee. The Doc seemed relieved that Jayne was out of his hair for a few days, whilst Inara was... well... Inara. Best not think about that one.

You close your eyes.

May's well use this peace and quiet to grab some sleep whilst I can.