The look on her eyes went from suspicious to completely unamused in less time than it took to blink. "London," she said, her tone dryer than the protein sitting back in Serenity's cabinets. "You expect me to believe that? There hasn't been a 'London' since the old colonies on Earth That Was."
If the mention of police bothered her, Zoë didn't let it show. Not in her face. Though a careful shift of her shoulder pushed the edge of her coat over the holster the rifle was settled back into. One eyebrow arched at him.