She should have known better, really. Men and their gorram sense of honor. It was nice, really, most times. Kaylee's not exactly a fighter, and there's been more than one occasion where she would have gotten herself into plenty of trouble if somebody else hadn't been there to help.

It doesn't stop her from glaring at Jamie some. "You're s'posed to be sittin'," she says simply. No yelling. Even when she's mad at Mal or Simon, she doesn't yell.

If she did have anything to add, though, it's broken off by shifting rubble not too far off. Kaylee freezes, a panicked look toward the noise, before she slides around to the opposite side of the tank from where it came from. "Might not wanna bother with the tank," she whispers, though she's not sure Jamie can hear her.