The inside of the ship was no so much gleaming as it was struggling to survive.
There was noticeably no dirt, as if someone had scrubbed it so often as to have worn it into a perpetual state of messy cleanliness.
Looking at the man who was flying the ship she could guess who with the gentle firmness as he guided the ship in the air. He glanced sideways, and Neveah couldn't help noticing he was more attractive than she first thought.
"So are you really in need of the work you'll be doin'?"
Staring out the glass she shook her head, "No, not particularly."
He nodded and frowned a bit, "Then what is your work?"
She looked at him fixedly and sighed softly, "I was a Companion."
The ship jerked a bit as he regained control. She laughed a bit and waved her hand, "But I'm not anymore so don't be getting ideas."
Looking indignant he pushed his sleeves up a bit more and widened his eyes, "Well aren't you getting some mighty presumptions done little miss."
Nevvie raised her eyebrows in two arches, "Little miss? I can't be much younger than you."
He smiled assuredly, "I am already twenty four."
"Oh how wise and aged you are. I'm twenty three."
He sputtered slightly and moved his head, his Adam's apple bobbing as though to say something before looking forward again, "A year's a long time."
She smiled; this ranch might be more amusing than she originally had thought.
"Gorram feds!" she heard an exclamation and looked out the front towards the black cruiser ship with the Alliance symbol on the side.
"That's some strong language for the government."
Malcolm looked at her and narrowed his eyes, "Then I meant to be saying it didn't I?"
"Should I call you Malcolm, Mr. Reynolds perhaps, or maybe even Sage Reynolds?"
"You can call me Mal, but only if you don't make me change my mind."
"Oh how commanding."
There was humor in the exchange and both sat comfortably.
"And what should I call you?" he grumbled reluctantly.
"Neveah or Nevvie will do fine."
"May I ask as to what made you leave such a fine profession?"
She turned and looked at him as he adjusted his suspenders as though that hid his obvious curiosity.
"Jesus did."
He looked at her quickly and his eye caught the dazzling cross on her neck, "That's a fine jewel there."
"Oh it's not a jewel, just a piece of aluminum cut to look like it. But it does."
"That's the way with most things isn't it?"
"Do you have a problem with Companions?"
He looked surprised and held up his hands in defense, "No, no actually. Fine, necessary job. Don't get much on my moon but I've heard of such folk, even seen one once. Besides yourself that is."
"I'm not one."
His eyes registered that and nodded in compliance.
"I believe you'll be doin' just normal ranch work, not to get in the way of the hands of course. Milkin' and such. Business might call upon you to act as the educated lady you seem to be so I'm guessin' Personal Relations is where you'll be headin'. Don't get much there myself."
"I can't even tell why."
"You could hush up that smart mouth of yours."
"You could land the ship."
"What do you…"
Malcolm Reynolds yelled loudly and let loose many Chinese expletives as he quickly pulled up as they broke atmo and landed safely, albeit closely on the moon which she was to call home.
Breathless he brushed his hair out of his eyes, "Welcome Neveah Trynn, to my home."