"No Jayne yet. Besides, we're not in the position to worry 'bout how the outside looks until the inside's up an' running." They also weren't in the position to turn down the strange appearance of a part such as this decoupler that the self-proclaimed wizard held just on the other side of the airlock door.
Mal reached across, in front of Kaylee, to set his hand on the door controls. With a creak and hiss from the mechanics, the door began to raise. Without his brown duster on, there was no hiding the fact that Mal had one hand dangerously close to the holster at his side. The undead encounters had somewhat soured him towards strangers of any biological state near his crew and ship.
"So my mechanic might have some use for that decoupler." He wouldn't allow himself to sound needy. Need drove up the price on just about anything. "I'm sure we could come to a fair type of arrangement to take it off your hands."