She was a damn good pilot. Mal gripped his console as River maneuvered Serenity through the burning debris. He reached for the intercom.

"Looks like we're gonna make it after all, folks." He said tonelessly. "Our little albatross knows her stuff."

"Well, that's good to hear," Jayne's voice came back to the bridge.

"Hey, I never doubted!" Kaylee chimed in. Mal knew they were both strapped down in the common area with Simon and Zoe.

River handled Serenity with calm ease. Her face was screwed up in the look that she normally saved for annoyance.

"This is all wrong." She said quietly.

"What? What's wrong?" Mal asked, alarmed.

"My toes are cold. I think my circulation is slightly hindered. You should adjust the chair."

Mal just looked at her. He wasn't sure if it would be completely appropriate of him to laugh aloud at her. So he didn’t. He just looked back out the screen as she dodged the last of the fiery meteors. "You got us outta this mess. I'll adjust it all you want."

She turned and smiled at him. "This was nothing. He would’ve done it too."

Mal knew she meant Wash. "Of that I've no doubt at all."