River shook off her skin-crawling panic and looked seriously and directly at Mal. “They’ve come to do housekeeping.”
“Get ridda us, you mean?” said Jayne, for once being quick on the uptake.
“Blue hands, blue murder,” answered River with an angry hiss, her anger directly at her new goal. Zoe drew her gun as River looked around the cargo bay frantically. Within a matter of seconds her eyes settled on a solution and her chin lifted in assertive determination.
-- Showdown by hermitsrest