“Now, your leg is healed but you have to be careful still. You need to take exercise such as stepping motions to rehabilitate the muscle. Why don’t you talk to Jayne and see if you can borrow one of his weighs to work with. Just make sure that if it starts to hurt that’s when you stop for the day! Ok?”

“Yes, thank you Simon, don’t worry, I’ll be careful.”

Alana rolled off the examination couch and pulled down the leg of her shorts to cover the dark red coloured scar which ran across the back of her thigh. She smiled at the doctor as he lovingly put away his instruments. She walked out of the infirmary and over to the doors of the cargo bay where she could hear that Jayne was in his favourite place; lifting weighs on his bench. She ran her hands through her hair and smoothed down her vest top before stepping quietly into the room. She paced slowly over to him, trying to make as little noise as possible, not wanting to disturb him but Jayne was a tracker. He waited until she was just a few steps away when he spoke without sitting up.

“Hey Alana, if I didn’t know better I’d be thinkin’ you’re tryin’ to get the drop on me.”

He rested the weigh bar back in its cradle and sat up grinning. She smiled at him and crossed the rest of the cargo bay so she stood a few feet away from the mercenary.

“Jayne, how are you? How did you hear me? I know I didn’t make any noise…”

“I heard you breathin’, the slight rustle of your clothes, guess I’m just tuned in to that kinda stuff. Trackin’s what I do best. So what’s up?”

She smiled at this, straight to the point as always with Jayne. Alana was getting used to life on board Serenity, she had grown to love how simple things were here, and so different from the cloak and dagger life she had been forced to lead as a companion.

“I’ve been talking to Simon about recovering from were my leg got cut up by those mercs. He suggested doing some work with weights to exercise the muscle. I thought you might be able to help me sort something out?”

Jayne stood up and grabbed a towel from