Inara pursed her lips. "I think of all the strange things you've told me over the last few hours, that's the one I like the least." Inara's secrets were her life. Literally. She did not appreciate the knowledge that people she'd never met might know about her. Just how much would they know? "Simon, as much as we've come to know each other, I think it's fair to say that none of us truly know each other. Maybe not at all. It's as much by design as it is unavoidable. And now there's something unavoidable that I need to..." She frowned and crossed her arms over her stomach. Her body language was screaming her discomfort; Inara operated best when she could carefully conceal and selectively reveal. Having to bare parts of herself she'd rather keep hidden was as distasteful as it was unfamiliar. "I need your help with something."