"T'anyone who speaks t'Dug, a'least," Kaylee said with a bright grin. "Which seems t'be jus' about everyone, way he goes on about it. S'nice, havin' a cheery face 'round like that, even if it's a bit odd, him bein' furry," she grinned a bit before shooting a glance to Mal and bumping him with her hip. "Better'n some grumpies I know."
Mal listened to Jaime's words about how this place wasn't bad for a prison, his jaw locking slightly. "Still a prison," he observed. "No matter how y'slice it. There any truth t'that bit about the line?"
He was going to ask what had been done in terms of grouping together to see if they could overthrow the scientists based on the arsonry they'd been provided with - he still had his gun and bullets, so either the folks who had kidnapped him were very confident, or very stupid, and somehow he didn't suspect the latter. But he bit his tongue for now.
Kaylee's grin darkened when the line was brought up. She didn't really like to think about it, and shuffled her feet sort of absently, shrugging her shoulders. "I think someone went over. People say he fell into acid?" she wasn't really sure. She was hearing that third or fourth hand.