2 [VISUAL]

[myveryownriot]

There's a great deal of static, interspersed with the sound of swearing and then a precariously tilted look at a wall and the edge of a bunk, before the image finally rights itself and clears to reveal Jayne's way-to-close-to-the-screen face

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[thesecondslayer]

Faith makes a wtf face before flipping her tablet on and trying her level best to look serious. (Also half naked and covered in sweat, but sue her: she works out a lot. There's not a lot else to do in Taxon, okay?)

"Who wants to know?" Don't tease the large man with the gun, Faith.

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[myveryownriot]

Oh heeeeey, it's the hot babe in leather. Jayne grins that shit-eating grin, the one that says he thinks he's a lot smoother than he really is.

"Name's Jayne Cobb. You work for yourself or you got one'a them, uh...houses 'f ill repute."

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[thesecondslayer]

Oh heeeeey, it's the hot guy who might be brain damaged. Faith will just be smirking, now. And maybe angling the shot so her weights rack and punching bag show, because she's being evil.

"Sorry, babe. I'm wicked expensive, pretty sure you can't afford me."

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[myveryownriot]

Normally Jayne's all about whores being like...well, like whores. Soft and pretty-smelling and stuff. But he won't lie, there's something interesting about a woman who works out and hasn't threaten to make him a eunuch. Yet.

"I got money. And I can get more, just gotta maybe do some tradin'." Of...things he'll most likely steal from the rest of the crew, but shh.

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[thesecondslayer]

"Nah, not enough for me. Better luck next time." Faith, be nice.