Serenity's cargo hold never looked quite this good before…well, no, it looked even better a couple hours ago, except I couldn't properly appreciate the beauty then, but it looks pretty shiny right now, what with the Captain back on board, everyone's safe and the Doc said Mal will be alright, at least after his ear gets put back on and I could just kiss that rusty old boat and it's all shiny and maybe I can sit down now, before my head spins any faster, except that Zoe is saying something about getting the ship away from here, now, at least I think that's what she's saying, my lip-reading's pretty rusty and it's starting to occur to me she probably wants *me* to get Serenity away from here and that would probably be a real good idea if I didn't feel so wiped out right now. Not my best day, really. Might be my worst day, I'll have to think on that one, but not now, I really can't think right now and Zoe is getting a little jumpy, she looks worried and I don't want her worried, Mal’s more than enough for everyone to worry about so I better try to figure out where my legs are and make 'em move in the right direction. Which is…man, I wish my head would stay still…that way. I think. But I must be going the right direction because Zoe looks a little less worried and the others don't even seem to notice so I think I'm getting away with it.

I've had some serious hangovers before, hell, I was known for hangovers in pilot school, but I've never felt like this. Whoever put the weights in my shoes, very funny, you can get 'em out now. And speaking of drinking, some water would be good right now if I didn't think my gut would explode. My gut's never hurt like this before, I guess that gorram guard hit me harder than I thought. Who am I kidding? Never been gut-punched before, for all I know that tza-ziao duh choo-sheng was a lightweight. At least I didn't toss my lunch. I think Mal might have been a bit impressed with that. For a second. If he even saw…damn, how can he take ten of those punches and still dish out his own? F