Jaime minded if there were people. She wondered if Mal was going to check on her first or just head right out. The idea of him heading out made her almost physically ill, but she couldn't - wouldn't - stop him. He had a gun, and he was one of the few who knew what they were up against. He was an asset outside, not in here holding her hand. She glanced up as Kaylee stepped in, offering her a slight smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "What, no one's invaded your place yet?" she teased a little, but her heart wasn't in it.
"It is Jaime's bed," Kyle said to Dug. "I am not certain she would appreciate me sharing it with her," he continued, glancing slightly to Jaime. "And I am not certain River would appreciate me sharing Jaime's bed." Actually, he was fairly certain that River would both understand it was nothing and be upset at the idea at the very same time. "People do not share beds unless they are friends, lovers, married, or have been invited to do so."
His bright blue eyes shifted to Kaylee, and he smiled brightly at her. "I don't know," he admitted. "Everyone is frightened, and I want to help but have no experience with firearms or fighting, so it was deemed best that I stay here, where it is safe. How are you?"
Edward. She supposed she should have expected him to come find her. Honestly, she couldn't really figure him out, no matter how much time she spent with him and Alice. "It's ..." She rose rather than finish that statement. Drawing open the door, she stepped back so he could come in.
"Hey," she said as she wrapped her arms around herself. "Checking up on me?" She meant it to be playful, but it didn't quite come off that way. It came off with a little more fear in it than she'd meant to project, because yes, she was a little bit terrified. "Or were you ... did you want to stay here with me?"