Morganna and River
River just shrugged again, not moving to stop her from taking the other seat. She knew there wasn't any malice in the request, and if Selene questioned it, she could always blame Quill. He was rather convenient to have around for that.
"She isn't like Serenity," she offered, as if that somehow meant something to Morganna. "More bells and whistles, more teeth. She'll bite if you're not careful."
Not that her warning was necessary. Morganna was clearly no inexperienced looky-loo, about to get mixed up in a farce of control switches and flashing control panels. Still, there was something about her that called to River, that made the younger woman want to connect. She had spoken a bit of truth; River was familiar with what it felt like to hide her truer self, although her reasons for doing so were vastly different. Still, it led to similar anxieties, similar fears. One slip could be devastating, and not just to her.
"Do you fly, or just fix?" she asked, her interested gaze more intent on what the older woman was doing with her hands than with her face.