While most of the crew seemed to be taking it all quite well, Jayne was an odd picture, guarded, but with a slack jaw. The guided tour, courtesy of Ianto, reached the cellars. "What," he barked, "the gorram hell is THAT?!"
Ianto suppressed a grin, the side of his mouth twitching in amusement. "Weevil," he stated simply.
The bigger man spun 'round, eyes wild, hand to his hip holster. "What'd you call me?"
A restraining hand was placed on his gun arm. Mal. "Not you. Her. She's a weevil. Beautiful, innit? Bite your head off, though."
Jayne gazed at her, his eyes strangely soft. "Wuddya call her?"
"I'm sorry?"
He coughed. "What's it called?" He said more gruffly, and louder.
The well dressed guide raised his brow. "Janet."
Jayne grunted. Ianto glanced among the group. Kaylee looked girlishly amused, while Wash gave Zoe a juvenile look, who in turn looked disgusted. Mal and Inara still gazed at Janet, River following their shadows with quizzical eyes. Book made eye contact with Ianto expectantly. "So if you'll just step further down the hall…that's it, watch your step…" Ianto glanced back at Jayne, several feet behind the group.
Mal barked back at him, "Jayne! Get a move on! She's not a friggin puppy. She can't come out to play."
Begrudgingly, and mumbling under his breath, he joined the group. Echoing down the hall was the sound of a weevil's moan.