For a moment Mal got caught up in watching her blush, hating the fact that she looked so gorram good when her cheeks turned that pretty shade of pink and made him want to reach out and...

Biting back the urge to touch, Mal focused on his food more intensely. "Ain't me he's double crossing...somethin' about this job don't smell right. Cargo's stolen goods, that I know, but the moon we're pickin' up from don't have a whole lotta what you'd call 'illegal activity.' Somewhere in the vicinity of 'none' and 'not at all.' Still...money's too good to pass up, and we need a paying job." He paused, finally stealing another look at her, in spite of himself. "Anyway...drop off means payin' clients fer you, right? We all win in the end."