"I'm tellin' ya Mr. Irving, you're just like the Cap'n."

Colter Irving leaned against the hood of his delivery truck with one bushy salt and pepper brow raised. He was an old cowboy with a bowlegged walk and a fu manchu mustache that nearly hid his smirking mouth. He also ran the general store in Pryor, and was currently watching the legs of the mechanic hidden beneath his beat up truck. She was cheerful critter if there ever was one, and ever since she had started coming to town to repair things of the mechanical nature, he had become a frequent customer. "That so Miss Kaylee?" He rumbled back in a solid baritone.

"It is." The sound of her fingers nimbly working on the innards of the truck provided a soundtrack to her voice. "I've done told ya you gotta get some new parts for this poor ol' truck, but ya don't 'n every other week I gotta come in here 'n fix her up. Just as tight as he is when it comes ta investin' in parts."

"Part costs more than jus havin' ya tinker with it so it runs, Lil' One." The wave system chimed, and he looked to the interior of his store. "I'll be right back."

"K." Kaylee continued to work diligently on the truck, her face smeared with grease, oil and sweat. Life dirtside was nice, nicer than she had anticipated. Her only lament was that Serenity wasn't up in he sky where she belonged, but other than that her whole crew was downright happy. They had a shot at being something, respectable ranchers, whereas out in the black they had no shot of going back to their previous lives of louche pirates. Suddenly she overheard Mr. Irving talking like an angry bear on his wave, and then his language shift to mandarin. Without warning he hung up and left this store to return back to her in a gruff manner, the sound of his boots making it known he was back to his place near the hood of the truck. Silence passed, and she wondered if she should attempt to talk to him. Making up her mind Kaylee chewed her bottom lip before opening her mouth. "Everythin' ok?"

Colter stared down at the boot