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Inara folded the red silk napkin on the table and scrutinized its placement. Deciding the corners weren't even enough, she undid it and re-folded it. Again, the bothersome bottom corner stuck out. Inara whipped it off the small, expensive mahogany table and flapped it open in frustration.

She knew, though, that the napkin wasn't to blame for her increasing uneasiness. Mal and the others were out there without their ship. They had been for hours now, and it was quite late at night on Gravine already. Meanwhile, the Shepherd and River were all alone on Serenity, and Inara was not there with them. She wished to herself that she could have taken Grant on her own shuttle, but he had insisted that they associate in his special quarters. Admittedly, the room was unlike anything Inara had ever seen, even on her beloved Sihnon, but it was still unfamiliar. Just like the entire night thus far. Even the teapot in front of her had some kind of modern design that Inara couldn't figure out. Perhaps it was true Inara had been traveling for so long that she was behind in the latest technology, but there were buttons on it. Little black buttons. What kind of warped little universe did she live in that something as simple as teapots now had to be programmed?

Figuring that she was a fairly intelligent human being and should be able to figure the teapot out, she risked disastrous consequences and pushed one of the small black buttons. Inara didn't know what she was afraid of, really. Chances were teapots weren't equipped with self-destruction devices or anything dangerous. It wasn't like the thing was going to explode -

BANG!

Inara jumped a foot in her seat as the teapot emitted a sound that rivaled a gunshot and began smoking from its spout. The incense-scented room instantly filled with the smell of strong herbal tea.

The door to the bedchamber swooshed open and Grant stepped in, dressed in h