Who: Kaylee Frye and open What: Snacking and keeping a lookout for danger all at once Where: Mal’s camp When: Daytime
Kaylee had perched herself on a tree stump, relaxing but also keeping her eyes peeled for danger. Life on Serenity had taught her how to remain vigilant even during breaks and meals. The danger in Lawrence, of course, wasn’t the same as the danger that came their way when she had been living on their beloved ship. Croats were just as dangerous as Reavers, only Croats could turn you into one of them just by exposing a person to their blood. Kaylee didn’t much want to become a Croat.
She was armed, but at present was using her hands to help her nibble on a bag of saltine crackers. Kaylee had developed a fondness for the crunchy snack which was good because they always seemed to be able to find more saltines wherever they went. They certainly didn’t hold a candle to strawberries, in Kaylee’s opinion, but they were tasty enough.
Once she was done she stuffed the packaging into her pocket. Even though the world had ended it just didn’t seem right to litter. She pulled her gun out of its holster and resumed her lookout for all things dangerous.