"He doesn't want me," she said without really missing a beat. The words were spoken nonchalantly if one ignored the faint quiver at the end of the statement. It pissed her off though, that Mal was saying things like that. It was completely irrational, of course, because hadn't she more or less said she'd rather spend time with Jayne?
She couldn't expect him to understand what she couldn't explain, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to expect it anyway. Why couldn't he just know what she was afraid of, and find the words to make it right?
And why couldn't she at least try to make it easy?
But Jaime was a young woman, and a wounded one at that. She was not exactly at her best when she was bleeding emotions all over the place. "But if you're in such a rush to get me back up to him, guess I'll go," she said sharply as she picked up her last berry and stood up.