"Keep her out of the cargo hold and I won't have to." Zoe and Kaylee were down there right now, corralling chicks, bagging up all the grain and berries that went topsy turvy with the motion of the ship. At least the sailing was smooth- Wash took care of that well enough. So at least one thing in this trip wasn't going sideways.

Course with the mage here pout'n like he took personal affront to Mal's very reasonable concerns. He stepped in, head tipped down. His crew knew the girl was a little fade touched but so far he's kept the depth of it to himself.

"Look. Long as she don't keep turn'n things over or take a knife to me and mine, we're square. But she keeps on like this she's mak'n it hard for me to get the job done, which means I don't get paid. Unless you're will'n to open your purse and pay what she's cutt'n out of mine? Talk. Keep her to your rooms if you have to, but mind her."