Based on the world of Firefly by Joss Whedon

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Something on her right alerted her, and she turned to meet this new threat head on. Nothing living could have survived what had just taken place, at least nothing fully human. This one though, smelled not of the fight or the enemy...this was the scent of something different...of tobacco and gun powder, not lasers and purple. He had also not been touched by the explosion.

"Are you purple or brown?" A voice spoke, her vision still a bit blurry from the fire before and the smoke, but a few meters off, she spied movement.

"I'm neither." She replied. "But, if one needs to know. I belong to a Browncoat."

"Belong?" He replied, but after a look to her beaten and bloody form, he didn't press further. "You caused that mess, didn't you?"

"I threw the grenade, if that's what you're getting at." She didn't really have time to talk as her head turned again toward the unit and Mal.

"You're not going to get on that transport like that. No matter how sneaky you are." The man stated and Cat, eyes slightly improving stared down at her very naked form, the fire burning the material off of her as it would have her flesh had she been normal.

"I don't have much choice." She replied back, another look to the small medical ship starting to land. Something hit the back of her head and when she reached up, what she held shocked her. It was a button up shirt, still warm in places.

"It'll be big on you, but at least it will get you on board." He then, slid of his pants as well, standing in what looked to be a pair of long underwear, though still not focused enough to tell. She caught his pants and belt as Cat just stared at him, his one arm held close to him as she realized he was crippled. It lay useless and was in a makeshift sling.

"Why?" She managed as her long legs slipped into the cargo pants, the waist not as big as he figured and pulling the belt to its last hole, they would hold.

"Way I see it, you're no