Simon made a slightly shocked face as she just reached out and grabbed him. His first instinct was to swat at her hand or pull away, but then odd things were happening around them. Then she had an umbrella and there was that talk of magic again.
"I'd really rather ... not," he said as he regarded the umbrella with a pained, skeptical expression. And he'd thought Jayne having a statue was cause for madness. This though ...
"There's no magic, where I'm from," he agreed. "Spaceships and guns aplenty but not ... no magic. I ... I'm fine. Walking," he insisted as he regarded the umbrella in the same way he might regard a rattlesnake.