The moment he heard her footsteps, he knew who it was. There was a certain way she walked - something she must have learned in whore school. Mal turned to face her just as she spoke up, and was taken aback by her honestly.
Unlike Inara, he didn't realize that the last time they'd had contact, it had been through anonymous, knowing messages written to each other on the bulletin board. That was probably for the best, seeing as it would have made things much more awkward for him.
"My roommate," he said, indicating his "friend." "Inara, this is Javert. Javert, Inara." There, nice and simple and they didn't have to waste time with those pleasantries Inara liked so much.
Actually, now that he thought of it, these two would probably get along. That bothered him for some reason.
The captain blinked when his eye caught on a patient who looked rather similar to the description he'd been given. "Hey," he said, tone somewhat demanding as he pointed the man out to Javert, "that your guy?"
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Unlike Inara, he didn't realize that the last time they'd had contact, it had been through anonymous, knowing messages written to each other on the bulletin board. That was probably for the best, seeing as it would have made things much more awkward for him.
"My roommate," he said, indicating his "friend." "Inara, this is Javert. Javert, Inara." There, nice and simple and they didn't have to waste time with those pleasantries Inara liked so much.
Actually, now that he thought of it, these two would probably get along. That bothered him for some reason.
The captain blinked when his eye caught on a patient who looked rather similar to the description he'd been given. "Hey," he said, tone somewhat demanding as he pointed the man out to Javert, "that your guy?"