"And no one's openin' a door to nobody that ain't crew." Mal's voice echoed from the catwalk that stretched across Serenity's cargo bay. When the doors had shifted to open, Mal had noted the difference in the sound of the outer set versus both sets parting to allow someone aboard. Crew knew how to get in from the outside. After the zombie invasion, he was feeling awfully particular about just who was getting on his ship. Plus the undead en mass in addition to his beloved ship that just wouldn't get off the ground -- well, Mal was downright ornery as of late.
Boots clattered against metal as he headed down the steep steps. "You takin' passengers for a ship that won't fly, Kaylee?"