03 - Location: Serenity [Voice/Visual]

[captbrowncoat.livejournal.com]

It was late, but Mal was still awake, caught between pacing the halls of his ship and getting comfortable in the kitchen and cleaning his guns. Both were regular routines for him, but at the moment, he wasn't sure which one was the biggest draw.

He'd just cleaned the weapons he'd accumulated a month or so ago, but there was something oddly relaxing about it. He didn't think anyone else understood that, but he didn't care either. So that was what he did.

Sitting at the table, with two of them in front of him, he picked one up and started the cleaning process, thinking that at least this would not take long. With only two guns, as opposed to the large collection he had that was not immediately available to him, this would be short but still satisfying.

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[captbrowncoat.livejournal.com]

Still sitting down, Mal coughs suddenly as dust blows up in his face. Not from the guns, but from the table. Seems everything's covered in it. "Might have to clean that too, once I'm done," he says mostly to himself.

But then the sound of feet scuffling as someone approaches to lean against the door draws his attention. He looks up briefly to see who it is. "Not sure who you mean," he replies, before looking back down at his work.

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[biverbam.livejournal.com]

"Lines of methodology," is her oh so helpful explanation as she makes her way in, step by careful step. River's unusually focused attention stays on the guns during most of her inward progress.

Because that's not, you know. Strange.

When she's a foot away from the table, though, the focus changes and she leans down, takes a breath, and blows a little plume of dust up into the light. (Either she is trying to help solve the Problem of the Dusty Table, or she's trying to demonstrate the severity of said problem. It's hard to tell.)

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[captbrowncoat.livejournal.com]

Mal pauses for a moment, to look River over, and see if he can figure out what exactly she's saying. But no brainwaves come, so he turns his attention back to his work.

He doesn't stay focused for long, though, thanks to the dust plume that flies up into his face, causing him to cough. "Mind if you do that somewhere else? Flyin' dust ain't gonna get these cleaned." He makes his tone sound stern, but he's not really that put out.

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[biverbam.livejournal.com]

River doesn't mind the lack of understanding. This kind of communical difference isn't new. In fact, it's almost comforting.

Still bent over the table, she slowly (finally) changes her focus to his face. "It's unsanitary." At least the dust-blowing will stop for now.