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There's a great deal of static, interspersed with the sound of swearing and then a precariously tilted look at a wall and the edge of a bunk, before the image finally rights itself and clears to reveal Jayne's way-to-close-to-the-screen face.

"Testing, testing."

Once he seems satisfied it's working (though how he knows is anybody's guess), he backs up slightly and peers very seriously at the tablet, like he's got something real important to say, and wants to be sure it doesn't get lost to a malfunctioning machine.

"Uh, so. Where's the whores?"

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Oh heeeeey, it's the hot guy who might be brain damaged. Faith will just be smirking, now. And maybe angling the shot so her weights rack and punching bag show, because she's being evil.

"Sorry, babe. I'm wicked expensive, pretty sure you can't afford me."

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Normally Jayne's all about whores being like...well, like whores. Soft and pretty-smelling and stuff. But he won't lie, there's something interesting about a woman who works out and hasn't threaten to make him a eunuch. Yet.

"I got money. And I can get more, just gotta maybe do some tradin'." Of...things he'll most likely steal from the rest of the crew, but shh.

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"Nah, not enough for me. Better luck next time." Faith, be nice.