Crew notification of Hera.
Going planetside is often boring. Unless of course you land on a tiny little backwater full of street vendors. Then, it is fantastic, and Mal brings bao for everybody back to the ship to brighten up the ordinary collection of Blue Sun processed food and generic protein.
Mal's poking half a remaining bao on his plate with one chopstick, eventually dropping it and clearing his throat with a tone of Welcome to announcement time.
"As you know, we're heading toward Hera, for my own reasons, before continuin' a bit further Coreward so that Inara can...keep an appointment. We won't be staying planetside but for a short while, couple hours or so, so if you want to go offship you can do that." A look to Simon and River, "So long as we're keeping in the area."
"But you don't have to." Mal eyes around the room slowly, making sure people get the point. "I'm not asking anybody to come with me. You can stay onboard, you can go to Milliways, whichever you feel like.
"Long story short - you can come if you want, you can stay if you want.
We're as ghosts in this / won't but rattle the floor
"It'll pass quickly enough." Mal hopes.
He finishes his bao and walks his dishes to the sink.
Mal's poking half a remaining bao on his plate with one chopstick, eventually dropping it and clearing his throat with a tone of Welcome to announcement time.
"As you know, we're heading toward Hera, for my own reasons, before continuin' a bit further Coreward so that Inara can...keep an appointment. We won't be staying planetside but for a short while, couple hours or so, so if you want to go offship you can do that." A look to Simon and River, "So long as we're keeping in the area."
"But you don't have to." Mal eyes around the room slowly, making sure people get the point. "I'm not asking anybody to come with me. You can stay onboard, you can go to Milliways, whichever you feel like.
"Long story short - you can come if you want, you can stay if you want.
We're as ghosts in this / won't but rattle the floor
"It'll pass quickly enough." Mal hopes.
He finishes his bao and walks his dishes to the sink.