“Ran into a bit a trouble,” he muttered, hoping Mal made this a short lecture.
“Looks to me like the only trouble you ran into was an ornery bottle of whiskey,” Mal said dryly. “Go on, git. Not going to be much use till you get some sleep anyways.” The Captain jerked his head in the general direction of Jayne’s bunk.
-- Ballet And Bullets chapter 2 by Neroli