“She okay, Doc?” he asked. Simon shot Jayne a hate-filled glance, then looked to Mal.
“I don’t know,” he admitted. “She doesn’t show any signs of having been assaulted, and her vital signs are good. Whatever he did, I can’t figure out.”
“I ain’t done nothin’, Doc,” Jayne snarled, taking a step away from the bag. “I told you that already, and so did Kaylee,” he shot the girl a grateful smile. She smiled back, but said nothing else.
“Well, get your pi gu up here, and help get her to the infirmary,” Mal ordered tersely. Jayne didn’t move.
“I won’t,” he said angrily. “You come down here, accusin’ me of doing somethin’, hand on your gun, then demand my help? It won’t play like that, Mal. Not no more.”
-- Archangel – Chapter Four by badkarma00