Zoë took in a deep breath – now she was left with only Book, Jayne, and Mal. Malcolm, she amended in her thoughts as she glanced at the captain. He’d wondered aside, completely bored by the conversation, and was humming to himself as he kicked at the foot of the bench where the red-haired whore’d been having her smoke. No matter that his face hadn’t changed, this wasn’t the Captain Mal Reynolds Zoë knew.
-- Back Stories II, Chapter 19 by mal4prez