[Not the answer he wanted, but it's better than the one he expected to hear. This time he does reach out to take her hand and once again stops before he's actually holding it, awkwardly laying his fingers on hers.] She ain't much to write home about once you've been living on a vessel like this. Serenity might be a little fancier than this one now, though. Last I checked, least the heat worked right.

She'll fly through anything.