Simon shifted his weight, and dinked the buckle of his shoe against the metal kickboard at his feet. The sound carried across the cargo hold.

“Who’s there?”

Simon stifled a sigh. “It’s me, Captain. Simon.”

“Glad you made that clear, Doc. Weren’t like I could tell you by your voice.” Mal sounded coolly amused, standing in the half-light. He leaned ( Read more... )