"Dancin’ that’s what you want ta be doin’. Will you dance with me tomorrow?” wheeled Glory Frye.
“I ain’t much of a dancer, but I guess so. River? You up for some dancin’?” Matt asked, missing Glory’s eyes narrowing. River was not in the least interested in getting involved with Matt Cobb, or making an enemy of Kaylee’s cousin.
“Okay,” she found herself saying to Matt but looking at Glory. Gorram it, what made her say that? She watched Glory Frye tug Matt away and she followed them from a short distance. It was probably some innate female instinct that possessed her to speak so – the cavewoman instinct, she reasoned to herself. Yes, that was it – perfectly normal. Get your hand off his rutting ass! Yes, perfectly normal.
-- Pandora's Box - Part Two by hermitsrest