Lazarus was huge in the bridge window, and Hank was expertly bringing Serenity into optimum re-entry position.

“Will you stay a few days?” Inara asked, standing next to Mal behind the pilot’s chair.

“Maybe. A day or two. Just knowing that someone ain’t out to kill me, or make me act, would be good.” Mal grinned. “But I’d’a thought you’d be fed up with us by now.”

“You maybe, but not the others,” Inara said, allowing just a hint of acid into her tone.

If anything he grinned wider. “That’s so nice to know, ‘Nara.” He glanced out of the window, seeing only the curve of the world. “’Spect you’ll be glad to be getting back to normal.”

“I’ve learned there’s no such thing, Mal. Every time I think things are routine, something comes along to destroy my illusions.”

“You know, that’s really sad.”

“I’d believe you more if you actually sounded heartbroken.”

The ship began to rock somewhat, and the air outside glowed.

“Be down in a few minutes,” Hank said, fighting the yoke a little but supremely confident as always. “Local time’s around 6 pm.”

“Mrs Boden said she’d have a meal ready for us.” Inara stroked her hands down her dress, mentally going through the boxes she’d already packed, trying to remember if there was anything she’d forgotten.

“Sounds good.”

Mal chuckled. “That the only thing you think about?” he asked. “Your stomach?”

“That and Zoe. And Ben, of course.”

“Glad you’ve got your priorities straight.” He looked at Inara. “Food would be good, thanks. And a day or two’s rest. Although I’ve had word of a job on Ibis.”

She raised her eyebrows. “That’s a long way from here.”

“Well, still got to drop Patience’ crate off on Greenleaf, and that’s closer. Might pick up something else in the meantime.” A jolt threw him against her, and he smiled somewhat ruefully, pushing himself away. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to …”

“That’s okay.” She turned. “Well, if Hank isn’t likely to crash us, I’ll go and make sure I've got everything.” She walked elegantly off the