Jayne:

"Gorram moonbrained 'feng le' girl." Jayne muttered as he stomped through the empty kitchen. Of all the Hair-brained things he was forced ta do, this was one of the worst. He jabbed the combination to unlock his bunk into the keypad and shoved the hatch open, grumbling as he climbed down the ladder. As soon as his feet hit floor he slammed the hatch closed again and punched the combination to lock it.

He kicked off his boots, sending one of them flying into his dirty clothes pile, and unhooked his weapons belt. As soon as he was free of it he turned toward his bed and ripped off the cover that concealed his weapons. He plopped down on the hard surface of his bed and grabbed the nearest gun.

He then stripped it to it's bare parts and began to clean each of them. Normally he'd be at the table doin' this, so that he didn't lose any of the small bits, but ever since Moony had gotten ahold of one a his guns he was forced to do it down in his bunk. "Sure the Cap'n still gets ta clean all a his weapons at the table, the 'Ching-wah TSAO duh liou mahng'!"

"You know, talking to yourself is the first clear indicator that you are going crazy."

Jayne cussed and nearly dropped the part he was cleaning and looked up to see the girl who caused all this. How she got that ruttin' hatch open was beyond him, but there she was, sittin' on one of the rungs with her arms wrapped around the ladder to keep her steady. Jayne noticed that she was holding a bundle of something between her hands, but didn't much care to find out what it was.

"Beat it Moony. Last thing I need is for you ta get ahold of another one of my guns." He said, spittin into the rag he was holdin'. He heard her a shufflin' around so he assumed she had- for once- listened and left. He went to grab another part was stopped when River grabbed his arm. He jerked it out a her grasp and looked up at her, wondering what in the hell she was up to.

"Society dictates that I present you with a token that states I acknowledge the immorality of my past actions." She said, looking down at the parts strewn about his bed.

"Shén me shì dìyù, nǐ gāng cái shuō?" Jayne said, a blank look on his face.

River giggled and placed the bundle in her hands in front of Jayne. She smoothed it out revealing the Blue Sun shirt he had been wearing when she had cut him. He looked from it to her, not sure how or why she had gotten it. "This is a present to show that I am sorry for my actions."

"But why the hell are ya giving it ta me?" He asked "I sure as hell don't want it back!"

"She needs him to understand why she chose that course of action." River said, sitting on the bed opposite the shirt and him.

"Ya did it cause you're a 'feng le' girl who can't tell the difference between a gun and... something that ain't a gun." He said, grasping for, and failing to find, the right words.

"She was afraid Jayne." River said, a rushed, almost hysterical note to her voice. She laid a finger on the torn and bloody shirt, pointing to the only spot where the logo still shown through. "It's the Blue. They use the image to gain access. Needed to get rid of it, cover it so they could not see."

Wait so you're sayin' ya cut me open to cover up this logo." Jayne said, his temper rising again. "How the hell is that a ruttin' apology!"

"No! They can see! If you don't cover it up they can see!" River said, becoming hysterical. Have to hide the Blue!"

"So you're cuttin' me was some sort a protection?" She sighed, glad he was finally starting to understand. Despite himself, he began to understand some of the things she had done back then. "So when ya decided to go all crazy over the canned goods ya was just tryin ta-?"

"Trying to hide the Blue." She said, standing back up. Absentmindedly she began to put the parts on his bed back together. In half the time it normally took him, she had put all the pieces back together and held up the gun with a smile on her face, clearly pleased with herself. Jayne just grumbled and snatched it from her hands 'fore she decided she wanted to keep it. She just giggled that creepy giggle and danced toward the hatch.

"This don't change anything Moony." Jayne said, sweeping the shirt off the bed, "You're still a basket case who cut me."

"I know." River said climbing outta his bunk. He heard the hatch close and the locks reengage. He wasn't sure what just happened.

He looked at the shirt in his hand, then scoffed and threw it with the rest of his dirty clothes. He shook off the creepy feeling the girl always gave him and grabbed the next gun in line, stripping it like he did the last.

"Gorram 'feng le' girl." He muttered, scrubbing a spot off the barrel of the gun. "Think she can waltz in here and apologize. Prolly thinks I'll be nice to her now." He grunted and threw down the rag, not able to concentrate on his guns. He pieced it back together and replaced it on the wall, before layin' down. Gorram girl had his mind a turnin' and he hated it when it got that way.

He finally fell asleep, mumbling about "crazy girls and their stupid apologies."