“You’re lost.”

“I ain't lost.”

“We’ve been going around in circles.”

“I told you, I ain't lost!”

“I know we’ve passed that bush at least twice.”

“Doctor …”

“I know because there’s a piece of my shirt attached to it.”

Mal turned to look at the young man. “I … ain't … lost!”

Jayne, standing behind Simon, looked at Mal. “So you mean the rest of us are lost and you’re just taggin’ along for the ride?”

“I know where I'm going!” Mal glared at him.

“Sure.” Hank sat down on a rock and pulled off his boot. “You’re not lost. We get that. Just … dimensionally challenged.” He delved inside his footwear and removed something he dropped quickly to the ground next to him.

Mal’s glare transferred to his pilot. “Someone else wanna lead?”

“Can’t do as bad as you,” Jayne said, settling his guns a little more comfortably.

“Why don’t you contact Serenity?” Simon suggested. “They can pinpoint us, tell us which way to go to get to the rendezvous.”

“And tell them what, doctor?” Mal asked, hitching his thumbs into his pants.

“How about that we took a wrong turn?”

“This is the jungle,” Mal said slowly. “How the hell do we take a wrong turn in the jungle?” He pulled his shirt away from the small of his back, feeling it stick again immediately.

“Then tell them we took a wrong vine.” Simon sat down next to Hank, moving him over. “I don’t care.”

“Zoe wouldn’t be lost,” Hank said conversationally, tipping his boot up and making sure nothing else was inside. “She’d know exactly where she was.”

“Zoe ain’t here,” Mal ground out. “And for a damn good reason.”

“Why’d they not like women?” Jayne asked, leaning against a tree. “Don’t seem natural.”

“I don’t know. When we find them, we can ask.”

Jayne’s face took on a disquieted look. “Don’t think they’re sly, do ya?”

“A whole settlement?” Simon asked, crossing his arms.

“Look,” Mal interrupted, his voice loud. “All we have to do is find this place, deliver the packages and get paid. That’s it. Nothing else.”