[Yeah, the most physical contact he ever had to think about while sharing barracks or tents with Zoë was whether she'd kick him in the ribs if he snored.
While Natasha scrounges the closet, Mal's combing through the wardrobe and finding nothing more exciting than empty wire hangers. The desk turns up nothing interesting either, just a blank pad of stationery and a King James Bible he doesn't even bother picking up.]
Nope. Wherever they keep the good stuff, it ain't in the room.
[Spam]
While Natasha scrounges the closet, Mal's combing through the wardrobe and finding nothing more exciting than empty wire hangers. The desk turns up nothing interesting either, just a blank pad of stationery and a King James Bible he doesn't even bother picking up.]
Nope. Wherever they keep the good stuff, it ain't in the room.
Want to go start up the heat?