"Are you sure Mal?"
"As sure as Jayne is straight!"
He'd taken the photos down with him when he went to bother Inara. She was looking at the pictures now.
"I admit he has a strong resemblance to Wash..."
"Strong Resemblance my ass!" Mal exclaimed. "It was directions in Wash's last wishes that brought us here! Maybe I could believe it was his ancestor. But the girl in the blue sweater!"
"Caroline?" Inara read off the back.
"But that's not what Mom called herself..." Mal muttered.
"Then clearly not your mother." Inara sighed. "There's only one person who can answer your questions, you know."
"Who? Wash? He's dead."
"No." Inara rolled her eyes. "Brink."
It was an odd moment. Mal knew it was true, but he didn't like the guy.
"Do I have to?"