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Malcolm Beauregard Reynolds ([personal profile] badinlatin) wrote2007-07-05 11:39 pm

Mal-Zoe.

There are several gun lockers on Serenity, and Mal keeps the keys to most of them in his bunk. When he goes to his bunk to retrieve them, he pounds the intercom all-call.

"Zoe, meet me in the kitchen, please?"

Short and to the point.

Mal's not rushing, but he definitely has somewhere to be.

[identity profile] righthandwoman.livejournal.com 2007-07-06 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
Fortunately for Mal, Naomi's feeling cooperative about being put down for a nap, and it's only a minute or two before Zoe makes her way into the kitchen.

"Sir?"

[identity profile] righthandwoman.livejournal.com 2007-07-06 03:54 am (UTC)(link)
--Mal's packing extra rounds and asking about the bar, huh. Zoe arches an eyebrow.

"Nope. What's goin' on?"

[identity profile] righthandwoman.livejournal.com 2007-07-07 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Tamade."

She doesn't argue against helping out. Zoe doesn't know from Elizabeth Swann, but Jack Sparrow's a friend, and 'Dora's family.

However, "Any idea what you're goin' up against?"

[identity profile] righthandwoman.livejournal.com 2007-07-07 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
Zoe rolls her eyes a little at the grin.

"Not a word, sir. I'm sure she won't suspect you're havin' fun runnin' around with old-Earth pirates."

She pauses, considers a 'be careful', and then discards it as too likely to jinx something.

[identity profile] righthandwoman.livejournal.com 2007-07-07 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
Alone in the kitchen, Zoe folds her arms, and leans against the table.

Grumbling, but lacking in any real rancor, "Gorram pirates."