"The horror, oh the horror! Quick, somebody flag an Alliance ship and get a law-man."
Jayne rolled his eyes at Wash's dramatics, as Mal took the bait "Is there some sort'a problem Wash?" "Problem? PROBLEM?! I think the kidnap of a defenceless T-Rex, regardless of his somewhat unsavoury reputation, goes a bit beyond a problem Mal."
Mal glanced at the control panel, and sure enough it did seem to be missing one small toy dinosaur.
"So help me Wash, if we get tagged by Alliance with a cargo-bay full of questionable goods all on account of your missing toy, I am gunna be more than a mite displeased."
Wash cleared his throat and began aimlessly hitting buttons in a very professional piloty way "Roger that Cap'n, course set for Persephone." "Badger's expecting us in a four days time, so let's fix to land there in three." With that final instruction, Mal headed out of the cockpit. Jayne quickly followed behind him, an uneasy feeling in his stomach. For the past few days he had successfully managed to avoid River, but he had a feeling it was only because she had allowed it. More used to being a bad guy, he was finding awful unnerving to feel like the prey of some unseen hunter.
He breathed a sigh of relief when he made it safely to his bunk without catching sight of a certain slip of a girl. Collapsing onto his bed, he immediately sat back up again and dug around under his pillow pulling out the missing T-Rex. Jayne glanced around guiltily, fearful of seeing Wash appear out of thin air pointing a finger at him screaming "AH-HA!" Shaking off that image, Jayne frowned down at the toy and pulled out a thread of wool that had been tangled around its teeth. Recognizing the bright orange colour, he stuffed the dinosaur into his pocket and scrambled towards his storage locker.
The full extent of Rivers cunning became clear when Jayne failed to find his beloved orange beanie. Cursing up a storm, he rushed out of his bunk in search of River - gracefully accepting defeat had never been Jayne's strong suit.