"Documentation about it. Details in-depth. A - nice fairy tale, for some. They know what happened. The duck knows. Just hasn't quacked about it." River smiled a little at having her hair tucked behind her ear. Mal was - Mal. He cared, but he wouldn't keep up. He couldn't do anything relevant when she was like this. Of course, he knew details that Donald didn't. Donald didn't know about the surgeries, the experiments.
Still, River was grateful. Even if he might not figure out the duck and quack reference until talking to Doctor Sweets, she was grateful to have someone in her corner.
She had further thoughts - she always had more thoughts - but it didn't take too long for her brain to start becoming addled between the medication and its already bad state. Her eyes started to droop. "Should sleep."