The Universe's Mixer

Life was hard. Zoe knew that. Nothing was just given in life. Zoe knew that too. Life could flip in an instant, and the survivors picked themselves up and went on. Zoe knew as much as lived that. But, being lost, Zoe had never really been lost in her life. Yes, she'd lost her location; she'd even come close to dying. But, she'd never not known what to do before.

She had hoped that maybe finding Mal would have given her a direction. He wanted to fix Serenity, but the warrior woman doubted that Serenity would fly anytime soon; if she did fly, she wasn't going where Mal wanted her to go. Zoe didn't want to go back to the Black if it meant losing Serenity's true pilot. She didn't want to stay on this rock if it meant she could die or lose her husband and nothing would...could be done about it.

Zoe Washburne did the one thing she knew she could do; she started moving. Sometimes, staying still was the best choice; perhaps, if she sat still long enough, the person she was looking for would actually come by. Zoe wasn't in the mood to stay still, and how she ended up where she ended up, she couldn't guess. Although, it had been the last time she'd actually laughed, and understood the world.

Wayne Industries. The penis was gone, but she smiled anyway. The tactics, Zoe could certainly understand.