It will take nerves of steel and a cool head to fly them that close and hold them there. Mal would have let Wash do it without a second’s halt, but he can’t help but worry a little...River’s grin fades.
“Can do this, Captain.”
“Ain’t ever tried it before, is all.”
“Trust me.” She says in a small voice.
“Every time we fly, li’l darlin’.” Mal finds a smile for her, which fades a little as he looks back at the Belt.
Gonna take more than nerves of steel to get lowered into that.
-- C.C.M Ch 7 by SpaceAnJL