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[gonna_live]

When Kaylee is welding deckplates, it behooves one to stay out of the way.

She's in the cargo bay with a blowtorch. You do the math.

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[bad_in_latin]

Mal is grumpy.

First off, Kaylee won't let him near the blowtorch while he is working on the six-pack of beer they picked up on their way down to the garage.

Secondly --

"She just up and did it."

-- his focus lies elsewhere.

[gonna_live]

Kaylee straightens, turns off the torch, flips up her mask, and glares.

"Last time I checked, she was a grown woman and could do whatever the hell she pleased."

[bad_in_latin]

Mal makes a face right back.

"Because you love it when I go runnin' off for some mo shu Milliways caper too."

[gonna_live]

"No, I love it when you prove you know what the hell you're doin' and you're not just standin' around being all decorative in a manner ain't exactly made of aesthetic."

She roots around in the toolbox, comes up with a chisel, and holds it out. "Get that gunk off those other plates so I can put 'em back proper. And get drunker."