Boone watches Rigby from across the campfire. She's practicing her Spanish with Raul, and they're both laughing at how bad her accent is.

"No, no! I totes got this. Seriously!"

"Sure, boss."

"I took four years of Spanish. Why am I not better at this?"

"Repeat after me: Dos cervezas ,muy frio, por favor."

"Deuce cervasos, moi-" Raul laughs, ruffling her hair.

"Jesus, kid."

"Shut up, Raul! I'm just rusty!" He chuckles, and stands up.

"I think I'm going to turn in for the night." Over Rigby's cries of 'wuss!', he looks at Boone. "Keep an eye on our guera, would you?" Boone nods, and Rigby makes a face at Raul's retreating back before wishing him a chipper good night. After Raul lies down, she fishes through her pack for a book to read. She catches Boone's gaze, and asks,

"Are you ok, Boone?"

"You didn't even ask why." She tilts her head, setting her pack down.

"Why what?"

"Why that Khan called me a murderer." She stays silent for a moment, picking out the words she wants to say. She doesn't do that very often, usually saying what comes to mind.

"None of my business," she says finally. "Not until you want to tell me. It's your past, and you have a right to your privacy. But," she says, looking away nervously. "I am here whenever, and if ever, you feel the inclination to talk." He stares at her a long while, and she fidgets nervously. He nods slowly, and she lets out a sigh of relief.

"I'll keep first watch," he says, his voice oddly thick. She nods.

"Don't stay up all night, yeah?" she teases in an effort to break the tension. He nods, and watches her until she falls asleep.


Dos cervezas, muy frio, por favor. -Two very cold beers, please.

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