Mal was smiling broadly and strutting up the ramp into the cargo bay like a bulldog that just ate an alley cat. In one arm he carried a large full bag, and in the other he carried his shotgun. "Take us out of the world, Wash."

Wash turned around dutifully and vaulted up the stairwell. "Where we going?" He asked as he bounded breathlessly.

"New Prospero! But first we'll be making a detour by Beatrice to stock up on supplies."

"You got it boss!" Wash wondered to himself as he left the cargo bay why they didn't buy supplies here at Persephone, but he wasn't in the mood to argue with the captain. He rarely was in the mood, even when he did argue with him. Choose your battles, Wash thought to himself, and made his way to the bridge.

Mal stood in the middle of the cargo bay, beaming about the room. Today was a good day.

"We got us a job, sir?" asked a wide-eyed Zoe, feeding off Mal's infectious enthusiasm.

"We have indeed. Gonna go pick us up a fare." Mal threw his rifle at Jayne and motioned for him to handle it for him, then Mal punched the button which activated the ramp door, closing up the ship. Jayne was uncharacteristically silent, and from Zoe's vantage he looked somber and noncommital as he made his own way out of the cargo bay carrying his own arsenal as well as Mal's 'walking stick.'

Zoe's wide eyes lessened a bit and the smile flickered away, "just a fare."

Mal's smile did not waver. He almost winked at her, "yeah. Just a fare."

"So we're a transit moonhopper now. Ten coin the first aeyou and then two coin for each additional parsec."

Mal heaved up the large and relatively heavy bag and tossed it into her arms. Zoe managed well, as loads were not alien to her, but she was noticeably shocked by the weight.

"That's just the down payment. To guarantee we pick him up. Badger said he owed the gentleman a favor and that favor is us, but I've been promised this gentleman pays anyone who turns him a good card, so we're gonna throw the whole deck of cards at him. I wanna s