[video] AWWWWKWAAAAARD.

[madrassa]

[A very uncomfortable Malcolm Reynolds appears before you. He is shirtless, confused, and very stern-looking.]

This is Inara Serra. For the moment I lack proper attire for the visage I have temporarily managed to take on. Or -- [She pauses, looks horrified for a moment, but shakes it off quickly.] -- what I hope is temporary. I remain confident

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[young_idealist]

What size is he? Er... are you?

I recall him as tall. Is that right?

[madrassa]

Tall. Yes. [UNCOMFORTABLE INVESTIGATING FURTHER]

[young_idealist]

Then I'm sorry I can't help. My clothes wouldn't fit.

[video]

[madrassa]

That's perfectly fine, Armand. Perfectly fine. Are you changed?

[deathmerciful]

Inara? Is that really you?

[madrassa]

Who is this?

[deathmerciful]

It is Louis. My face has altered.

[madrassa]

Oh. He's quite handsome, whoever he is? [It sounds like a question. She still feels weird being Mal.]

[easy_aspie]

Inara! I thought we'd lost you to, y'know, the great unknown, or wherever it is people go when they leave here. I'm glad I was wrong.

My clothes should work; I might be a little taller, but, um. Jeeze, he has big arms

Oh! THIS IS NED! By the way. Hi.

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[nomoreleftshoe]

You are...?

[Investigation skills ahoy!] Oh, Inara. Uh, where've you been?

[thegooddrjones]

Oh Inara, you're back!