Inara sat with a serene smile on her face as Mal exploded from just a few verbal jabs. She was actually surprised that it took so little; his state was obviously just as bad as her own. She sat silent for a long time before she finally stood.
Emptying her teacup, Inara stood in front of Mal. "Is this the part where you yell at me in the hopes that I tell you that this is my shuttle while I rent it and get your gorram ass of my shuttle?" Not one for crass language, the words sounded odd coming from Inara and even odder that they seemed to have no anger behind them.
She stood over him, a position sure to make him uncomfortable, and waited for an answer.