Mal's breath was knocked out of him, and he sat for many moments against the wall, struggling to get enough air to his brain that he could think of something, anything to say to her. While he was startled, it wasn't River-startled. No one could scare a body like River Tam, not even this girl who screamed like a banshee when frightened. If Mal had had an old granny, he was certain that she would have told fireside tales about the mythical creatures. As it was, he had had plenty of cowhands to tell him all about them.
Finally, Mal had enough breath to ask, hoarsely, "You greet everyone like that, or just me?"
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