"So you thought it would be OK to just toss your stuff in even though the machine was in use?"

Inara was not screaming or yelling or lecturing. No infact she sounded like she was just honest to god haveing a hard time understanding Mal's logic. And perhaps some what uncomftrable, and young... This almost never happend to her, there were rules in the world common respects and such that prevented her from ever haveing to, till now.

"No i checked who was use'n it first, hell would'nt want my draws mixed in with Jayne's draw, or hell with anything of his for that matter."

"So you checked the machine saw my personal... You saw my clothe. And you then desided to throw your things in with mine."

"Your acting like i just used your tooth bruch or somethi'n. Don't worry none of my things were bloody or nothing, just im meed of a good wash."

"No, no. It's not. It's fine, it's just my personal garmets and things are... It's just my things are kinda personal, they are my things and i am not used to sharing something so...Personal."

"Its just laundry, but i did not meant to make you feel uncomfy so i'll just be take'n mine and go."

They both made a move twards the drying machine, mal opened it as inara put a baskit on the floor next to the little opening. They both worked emptying out the machine into the baskit. Inara was close to blushing when Mal pulled out a very hot bra burning himself in the prosses on the little mettal clips.

"Oh Gosse! Those things are dangerous!"

At soon as the words left his mouth Inara burst out laughing. She reached for his had to look at it still laughing. Her eyes kinda watery from how funny she found the situation, but still on her face there was room to show genuine concern.

"Here let me see, oh its hardly anything at all you big baby."

"Hardly anyth- That burt like hell. Look i think its gonna leave a scar!"

Inara finding Mals behavior evern funnyer let out another laugh as she examined his hand closer. Mal watched her as he pretended to act extra wounded,