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Kaylee (fixesthings) wrote in silverage,

She laughed as he spoke. This had to be a joke. "1964?" she said. "No, it's pretty solidly 2517. You don't speak none of th'other language? Shuh muh. I'm sorry. How far from the Central planets are we? Some of them's the one's I never been to."

It was hard not to take a soft likin' to the man. Maybe they didn't get visitors very often. "Kaylee. Frye. And a mechanic shop'll do just fine, don't worry none about the technical stuff." She frowned, unsure if she should tell him, but he might be able to help her get into contact with everyone on Serenity. "I was fixin' the comm links when somethin' went wrong and I was trapped inside. Couldn't steer her none, that's all gone too, but I can do a little turnin' and stuff. Didn't see a dock anywhere, so I just put 'er down here." She clapped her hands, "So! A mechanic shop, then? And I'll be outta your way right quick."