Simon and Kaylee return, Simon holding a roll of gauze and a small syringe of dark red liquid.

SIMON: So, who's to be the victim?

MAL: Flip ya for it. Oh, wait. My ship, my say. I'll be the hapless victim. We need you to find our way around and i.d. the good eye doc. You can drive. You need the practice.

Simon shrugs his acquiescence, squeezes a drop of blood onto his fingertip.

SIMON: (reaching toward Mal's face) We'll apply the blood now, just under your eye...

MAL: (pulling his head back) Blood?

SIMON: We have to make it look real. When we get closer to town, we can wrap the gauze around your eyes and apply a little to that. Should appear convincing enough.

MAL: Do I even wanna know...?

SIMON: I promise you, it's been thoroughly cleaned and screened.

MAL: Okay, just don't get none in my eyes.

Simon carefully applies a bit of blood to each upper cheek, letting it trickle down a few inches.

SIMON: There. Now, don't touch it. Let it dry a bit.

The look on Mal's face is priceless.

MAL (mumbling) Gorram blood for face-paint.

KAYLEE: It looks real. Once you got the bandages on, you'll look like you jabbed an eye out.

Mal hops up into the mule as Kaylee opens the air lock doors and lowers the ramp. Simon climbs in after him, taking the pilot's seat.

KAYLEE: Good luck.

MAL:With his drivin', we just might need it.

Simon works the controls and tentatively moves the mule forward. It jerks ungracefully, but moves nonetheless.

KAYLEE: Remember, take 'er easy. She still needs some lovin' care.

Simon waves, concentrating on his driving. As they slip out into the dusky night, he flips a switch and the mule's headlights come on. Three of the original four still work.

EXT. MULE - SIHNON LANDSCAPE

The landscape is barren save for a few bushes and small trees. Simon navigates across it with ease.

MAL: Those surgeon hands seem to be servin' you well enough.

SIMON: I think I'm getting the hang of this.

The mule bumps over a small stone, jarring them. Mal looks at Simon but mana