Whole ruttin' ship is loud, [ he agrees; it's not, most days, eerily quiet when you move by rooms that no one occupies, but the network is. People are in an uproar, both on and off the communicators. Jayne's smart enough to know that. ]

Guess we know the captain don't fuck around on this boat, [ he adds after a moment, surprise lingering in his voice. He had asked, but he hadn't expected her to ask back. Core politeness, maybe. ] Ain't like we didn't know this place weren't right. Ain't like we didn't know there'd be blood, neither.

[ There's always blood, the places they go. That's what makes them different from the rest of the crew. ]