Who: Inara Serra and OPEN What: Walking When: Early afternoon Where: By the lake
The area of the lake was clean again, but there was a feeling that Inara could pick up on. A lot of people had died here. She'd been in a couple of battle zones, she knew that feeling. She supposed the other people here had been telling the truth about the zombies. It made her think of the Reavers and she shuddered visibly, pulling her shawl around her shoulders despite the fact that it was a lovely day.
Her brightly colored silk dress shone in the sun as she walked around the lake, taking in the sights and relative quiet. Her client list was quite small so far. True, she had had many requests from the guests at the resort for her services, but she was being especially picky now. This Mr. Petersen could fire her if he didn't like her methods for all she cared. Without the power of the Companion's Guild backing her up here, she felt she had little she could do if a client mistreated her. It made her nervous. Therefore, she had implemented her own screening process. It was kind of unsettling for so many of the people here to think she was simply a whore. Some of the requests that had been made of her were simply disgusting. Many didn't appreciate all of her other skills. It was like being on the ship with Mal again. Hopefully things would settle down once the novelty of her arrival had worn off.