The Crew.

[badinlatin]

(OOM: The crew in the kitchen of the Serenity)
You don't even really need to be paying attention to notice the nine members of the Serenity coming into the Bar. What you do need to be focusing on in order to see is that Mal is mumbling something to himself, mulling over any possible outcome of what may come to pass. Shifting to the right of the Door until Inara passes through before moving toward the center of the bar, Mal walks ahead of his crew toward a corner happily unoccupied as of yet.

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[book-moshi.livejournal.com]

Shepherd Book is studying River intently; concern is clear in his dark eyes, and his brow has clouded over.

(she's just a child)

[righthandwoman.livejournal.com]

Zoe looks intently at Roland, trying to grasp what he's saying about River as a gunslinger when she's not even sure what a gunslinger is.

She glances at the girl, then at Mal. He meets her eyes briefly, but his expression is inscrutable, and she looks back to Roland instead, wishing he were easier to read. He doesn't seem like a dishonest man, but...

But doubts can be discussed when they're back on the ship. For now she leans back in her seat, one hand still resting on Wash's, and waits for one of the gunslingers to go on.

[flybywash]

Wash has been silent. Not with shock, though, nor entirely with disbelief any longer. The side of one hand's pressed to his mouth as he thinks, brow furrowed deeply; the other's still touching Zoe's.

There's something very off about all of this. (Well, aside from the obvious part: that they're actually discussing, quite calmly and rationally, the idea of razing a major Alliance outpost to the ground. Ruttin' hell.)

Then it hits him, and he looks up at Roland suddenly.

"Setebos?" he repeats. "That's -- that doesn't make any sense. It's a dead planet, the terraforming didn't take. How would they...."

And he trails off. There's a look on his face that says he might have just answered his own question.

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Slowly, they're being convinced. Slowly is just fine, so long as it takes.

Mostly they are, anyway. He's keeping a eye on this Jayne, even if he's not looking at him right now. Harrier, cruel, undirected mind and hand and mouth that strike out on their own when he's scared -- oh yes, he's watching. No fit tet-mate for a gunslinger, this one. No one to have at your back.

Eddie's fury fed them all, even if it's banked and hidden now that the confrontation is over, subsumed into silent support for Roland.

To Wash, he just nods, slowly. He doesn't know the word terraforming, but he gets the gist. Oil tankers in a dead refinery; prisons in the desert.