Disclaimers : Everything belongs to Joss, except for one character of my creation

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Simon had sedated River after her outburst on Paquin. Hours later she awakened and emerged from her room. Simon and Kaylee were waiting in the common area.

“ Mei-Mei .” Simon went to her as she came out of the corridor. She looked confused and disheveled, but she was calm. “How are you doing?”

She looked up at Simon. “Cold.”

Simon pulled a blanket from the sofa and wrapped it around her.

“Not me,” she said. “They’re not hot any more. Cold now.”

Simon and Kaylee exchanged glances. Kaylee looked worried. River just looked tired.

“River, who’s cold now?” Simon asked patiently.

“They are,” was all River would say.

Jayne was watching them from the cargo bay, where he was helping Zoë move crates away from the hold in the bulkhead. They were assessing it for its use as a possible hiding place for Simon and River.

“Doc better keep her doped is all I gotta say,” Jayne was muttering as he tossed crates aside. “I ain’t spendin’ the rest of my days bunkin’ with a bunch of huen dahns who’re homelier’n a hedgerow of assholes all ‘cause her big, crazy mouth gets us all thrown in that ruttin’ place.”

“Judgin’ from the vid we been seein’, ain’t gonna be a place left there to throw us in,” Zoë replied.

“Well, that’s one thing we got in our favor then,” Jayne grumbled. He moved the last box and together he and Zoë pushed the mule out of the way. “This thing’s seen better days, too. All burnt up, looks like a weenie that’s been on the spit too long.”

“Cap’n said we’re gettin’ a new one soon.”

“Yeah, if we got any coin left after burnin’ our fuel up on this