"I need a grenade."
"I ain't got none."
"Jayne, damn it, this is no time to lie. I can smell them on you. Pass me one now." The merc looked at Mal, who glared at him slightly before Jayne reached under his shirt and lobbed the small cylinder over the heads of the advancing onslaught.
-- Hell's Fury Hath None Prt 5 by Angellemarcs