Things in There
"They put things in there."
"Huh?" Jayne glances over his shoulder, at the slender figure bent over at a strange angle and watching him.
"In the boxes. Squares inside squares. Little boxes."
"Riiiight." He shakes his head as if to clear her words from his mind and then drags a hand through his hair.
River trails her fingers through her hair; her fingers catch on knots near the ends and she tugs at it gently, subconsciously. She steps forwards. The fabric of her dress swishes around her bare legs.
Jayne pries open one of the crates and peers inside.
"What the guay are you doin'?" Mal calls from the doorway leading to the infirmary.
"They put things in there," Jayne explains. "She said so. Squares inside boxes or some such."
"Jayne?"
"Yeah, Mal?" He tilts his head to the side.
Mal rolls his eyes. "Quit snooping and do your job. I ordered you to get those crates away near an hour ago."
"Yeah boss." Jayne glares at River and then picks up the nearest crate.
Once Mal is out of sight and Jayne is onto the third crate, River walks up close behind him. "Want to look?"
Jayne merely grunts and hauls the next box away.
fin.