Mal dream, Kaylee interruption.

Mal has no more vials of Faith's potion from the Bar, not that Mal would take it anymore anyway. It's...been causing things. He never went down to ask Simon for one of those smoother things. Not entirely interested in staying in his bunk, so what's a captain to do?

Mal heads for the engine room and an empty hammock.

"If you're on your back, you're either dead or you're hidin' and I ain't got no use for either," Mal bellows to the cluster of witless privates in the next trench junction over from his position. Mal curses at them; they don't move. He can't get to them yet, so he checks his ammo. Rifle's good, his sidearm's fantastic. He hasn't made any up-close kills yet.

"Zoe? Where you at, gorramit?"

Mal shifts position in Kaylee's hammock.