Jayne

Jayne stood in the doorway quietly, just off to the side of where Kaylee's hammock was all strung up. Looked an imposing figure, just standing there and staring at her. She knew he was looking at her and thinking naughty things, things that the Captain had forbid him to even consider since the moment he had come on the ship. She also knew that looking the way she did now all sweaty and greasy that she helped conjure those thoughts. And she knew that when she had weaseled her way out from underneath Serenity's engine he might've had a nice view down her top if only for a moment.

"Jayne, ya hwoon dahn.  Nearly startled me.  What's up?" Asked in that chipper voice, allowing herself a moment to let her eyes drift over his frame.

"Captain wanted me t' let ya know that we'll be touchin' down on some dirt water moon to pick up some parts for the ship." Her heart nearly burst at the seams.  Getting new parts for Serenity was about as difficult as getting Simon's 'attention', a failed prospect by now.

"Well, ain't that shiny now?" Jayne's reply to her question was merely a grunt and a small smirk.  He had a soft spot for her and she knew it, knew that he'd go to great lengths to protect her.  No idea why he would, just knew.  Was like a big, muscled guardian angel.  If it weren't for Mal being so protective against her fraternizing with the mercenary, she'd have found out what it was like to be wrapped in those arms of his and protected a long time ago.

She looked him over once more.  He was wearing one of his old faded t-shirts and some black fatigues along with those chunky combat boots.  The stubble on his chin showed that he hadn't shaved in what she figured was about four days.

"Jayne?"

"Yeah?" Attention drawn to her as he had let it slip toward the hallway, probably making ready to leave.

"Could ya give me a hand?" He cocked a brow at her and she smiled innocently. "Need to adjust the coil up there." Pointing at the ceiling where a panel hung loosely on one end.

"Just lift me up, would you?" Sweetness lacing her voice, knowing he couldn't resist helping her and getting his hands on her.