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[gonna_live]

Kaylee sticks her head in the kitchen after dinner. Mal's by himself. Good.

Quiet: "You want to let's go take a look at the ship?"

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[bad_in_latin]

Mal was more playing with his bristle brushes than actually cleaning anything, so the excuse for movement is welcome even if he doesn't know where it will lead besides the Milliways garage. He nods and stands, covering the disassembled firearms with a spare cloth and wiping his hands on his pants.

[gonna_live]

It's a pretty quiet walk over. They're descending into the garage when she says, finally, "We're close to being packed up. And I guess -- "

Pause.

"If it's convenient." Painstakingly. Kaylee's got her hands in her pockets and her gaze straight ahead. "Can we see about swingin' over Praxed way? Or at least by a station? Simon's got all the information and whatnot about when he's got to be places."

[bad_in_latin]

Immediately and more robotic than uncomfortable, "Could be there in lil' over a week, we burned hard enough. If you need to be there sooner -- "

[gonna_live]

" -- no," she says. "He's the one with the details, like I said, but it ain't quite that soon anyhow. There ain't a need for hard burn."

Unless you just want us gone, she mentally finishes. No point in saying it aloud.