Mal-Kaylee.
There is this great thrummmmmmmmmmmmm that reverberates ever more thoroughly in the bulkheads as one walks closer and closer to the engine room.
For as much as Mal amused himself on Santo, there is absolutely nothing he likes better than feeling those vibrations under his fingers. Well, the fingers on one hand, anyway -- the other has a book-on-datapad in its grasp, hoping for an unoccupied hammock.
For as much as Mal amused himself on Santo, there is absolutely nothing he likes better than feeling those vibrations under his fingers. Well, the fingers on one hand, anyway -- the other has a book-on-datapad in its grasp, hoping for an unoccupied hammock.