Patience
Patience was feeling anything but patient right then. That gorram Malcolm Reynolds had actually shot her favorite ruttin’ horse and then taken the payment for the goods. How dare he oppose her and, even worse, win at it. That wasn’t right. He was just a stupid transport ship Captain, nobody special. How did he manage to get the better of her? Then his idiot muscle comes running up screaming about Reavers and they took off like God hisself was after them leaving her stuck under this damn horse. God damn him to hell anyway. She was still struggling to move the dead horse off of her when the Reaver ship went tumbling by out of control and crashed. Yes, gorram it, the ruttin’ thing crashed just about exactly where Mal had told her they had buried the goods. Not only was she out the money, but now there were no goods to sell to get the money back. And she’d lost some of her best men, too. It just wasn’t fair. She knew one thing now for sure though. If it was the last thing she ever did, she would make sure that Malcolm Reynolds paid for this day.