Since folk seem impatient to wait. Yes. Malcolm Reynolds is gone. The ranch ain't. I'm Zoe Washburne, Mal's second in command, and I'm takin it over in his stead. Any deal you had with Malcolm Reynolds, you'll have with me if you speak up on it.
And since it's been asked. There'll be a poker night next Friday night out at the Ranch. You need to hitch a ride, we got some. Same rules as always. 50 dollar buy in. We'll provide some drink, but more'd be appreciated. Got places to crash if you need to stay the night. We'll see how many tables we get.
[Filtered to Serenity Crew extd ]I know this is a rutting hard blow. But now's the time we band together and move forward, cause that's the only direction there is.
I ain't yet willin to say that this was Malcolm Reynold's last stand on Earth-that-Was. Nearly all of us have gone and come back, and if there's a way for us to speed along gettin our boys and Inara back, I sure as hell mean to find it. And he ain't comin back to a fractured crew.
That said, like I said yesterday, everyone's safe so long as they're here and with crew. And I'm takin Mal and Inara's things, and I do suppose what we've been holdin of Jayne's and Wash's out to the Ranch where SHIELD can't get their hands on them. Case any more of us go back, we do the same. I also want to revisit movin us out to the ranch. Some folk here's passable, but I wouldn't miss the most of them. More, don't seem safe bein so close to the Tesseract
[Doc Brown]I've been lookin into some of that equipment you wanted. Might be some time on some of it, but none of it seems too impossible.
When it's in, I'm gonna need you to make me a sign.
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