"Och, no," Jamie lied, "I'm fine." His leg is throbbing, though, and if Kaylee could see his face right now, she'd know he's not telling the truth. He's keeping it rather firmly averted from her at the moment, however - which also has the effect of him not being able to see her arm. Her careful maneuvering to keep the wound out of sight works like a charm.

He settles into the seat, and starts to reach for the buckle, but hesitates with his hand on the strap. "Why?" he asks curiously. The tank seems pretty beat up, but surely the drive wouldn't be so bad. It's not like Kaylee's planning on driving them over some of the mounds of rubble. Is she?

Outside, there is a low whine and a mortar crashes to the ground, rather closer to their position than is perhaps healthy.