Jayne was going to worry until this threat passed. Hell, she was going to worry until the day that she died about those that she loved. Her family. Maybe they weren't conventional like most people's families, but that didn't mean anything. They were her family. That was all that mattered. Their pasts came back to haunt them sometimes, but it didn't make her love them any less. Especially Max. He was the father of her unborn daughter. If anything, her love for him had only quadrupled.
"What do you think he wants?," she asked him. "He didn't even try to touch me," she admitted. "Was... cordial. Thanked me for talking to you. I know hunters can be bullshitter kings, but it was just... odd."