Mal looks up as he pulls his tattered shirt back over his bandaged arm; “I always like to start with the good news.”

Zoë adds; “And ignore the bad news.”

Kaylee pretends she didn't hear Zoë and starts brightly, “With a bit of luck, I can get us flying again – We have a couple of small hull leaks, easy to fix. The biggest problem is the thruster – We’ll need to replace the burnt panel, but we should be ready to take off by tomorrow morning. Lucky the gravity is low here…”

Zoë says; “I think I sense the bad news coming – why is it lucky the gravity is low on this moon?”

It’s River’s turn. “Maybe Jayne was right – I did almost as much damage forcing the ship to land here as the Reavers did in all the fighting.”

Kaylee jumps in; “A Drive Coupler on one Compression Coil is damaged, and we can’t get symmetrical thrust – we’ll have to take off with only the thrusters – the main drive would just throw us into that mountain range on our left.”

Mal is looking for better answers; “Can’t we replace it? Or at least fix it, at least temporarily, until we get somewhere with proper equipment?”

The three disheveled women suddenly look even more disheveled, and after glancing at each other worriedly, their heads bow. Finally, Inara speaks up. “One of the hull leaks happened in Kaylee’s spares bin – most of the minor parts are gone. River has calculated that at best we have barely enough power to limp to a repair base at half speed, and even then only as long as it’s ‘down’.”

It’s Kaylee’s turn again; “We don’t know if it’ll hold together all the way to Persephone, and even if it does, our problems ain’t over. One of the other leaks was in a fuel tank, and our fuel is dreadful low. We don’t have enough fuel to land even if we get there.”

Mal looks around the room, but nobody has any helpful suggestions. “And spend the rest of our days on the drift… “ Ta ma de. (Dammit) - ”Well, let’s fix what we can, and then talk over what we can do at suppertime.”

Suppertime comes, and their plates point