Mal's crew knew what she required of them: loyalty, and the ability to be best in their field. She didn't expect Evie to steal or Carlos to seduce or Jay to plan. She expected them to think things through, follow her lead, look after each other. She required they survive.
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Mal should tell him to get off of her. To suck it up and move on. He was fine. But there was no one to see Carlos's head lolling on her shoulder, or the dark bruises over his cheek from a hit he'd taken for her. Mal let him rest.