“That was indeed foolish,” Luke was debating on firing the first shot, before Analith could prepare.

“Yeah, I’m the personification of complete idiocy, Luke,” Ah sarcasm, thought Luke. Her specialty. But before he could retort, Mal was practically on top of him.

“Now, now, sir, can’t be having people pointing guns at my passengers. So what’s the problem?”

“You’d better keep yer nose clean, Captain, or he may think it his duty to remove it from yer face,”

“He’d better not take the consideration into his head,” Mal was giving Luke suck a look, Ana could see the fear in his eyes.

“Oh, and I believe that on the way here I told you I’m Mal to you, right Ana?”

“Sure,”

“Okay, now that that’s cleared up, sir I’m going to have to ask you to get your carcass out of here,”

“Somehow,” Luke was feigning annoyance- now that the rest of the crew had made something of a semicircle around Ana, his eyes dripped with fear. “I don’t find myself particularly obliged to do anything you ask,” Ana’s eyes flickered to Luke’s hand- he’d made the mistake of lowering his gun. She was getting annoyed with the whole ordeal.

“Oh, gun-hoe-tze-bee-dio-se,” Her gun was fast as a flick, and Luke and his other bodyguard fell dead on the floor. The bartender’s face was somewhat deformed by his expression. “Sorry about the mess,” Ana said to him, and walked outside. Mal was at her heels.

“Is this kind of thing going to happen a lot if I have you in tow all the time?”

“Oh, ’s bound to happen some. Made ‘nough enemies, I suppose. But not a lot, I wouldn’t say,”

“You had better be right, because if you jeopardize my crew too much I might have to get you off of my boat,”

“Don’t like me, do you?”

“Never said that,”

“I can look at yer face and tell what you’re thinking, you don’t have to say a thing,”

“Point taken,”

“You didn’t answer. Do you not like me?” Mal’s eyes danced to the left, his mouth curled around, choosing its words.

“Haven’t decided yet,” He went back into the bar,