As soon as Kaylee had felt the symptoms beginning, she had locked herself up in Serenity. It was quiet here, a good place to focus and stay away from the possibility of infecting other crew members. As the symptoms got worse, she made sure to seal the doors up tight, in case anyone should come looking. It also meant, consequently, that she wasn't really checking the comms for anything.
Unfortunately, there was only so long Kaylee could stay cooped up on a normal day, and the restlessness that caught up with her in the middle of another set of chills was too much to ignore. It was annoying, having to sit here on the ship alone, without any family or friends from home when others had both. She was irritated that she never got so much as a how-d'you-do when it came to the engine repairs she'd done. More than anything, though, she was just plain sick and tired of playing therapist and trying to smile. No point in it anyhow, gorrammit.
So here she was now, bundled up with the plant suit on bottom, coveralls over that, and even her winter coat, waiting with a turning stomach as the door opened slower than molasses traveled uphill. When it finally stopped, she marched to the closest box in the cargo bay, lifted it with more effort than she would have normally had to make, and chucked it straight out of the ship. Some of Mal's belongings spilled out of the box as it landed on the ground, many of the pieces broken. Served him right for leaving her alone on this gorram boat. Onto the next box.
Ship Bay
Unfortunately, there was only so long Kaylee could stay cooped up on a normal day, and the restlessness that caught up with her in the middle of another set of chills was too much to ignore. It was annoying, having to sit here on the ship alone, without any family or friends from home when others had both. She was irritated that she never got so much as a how-d'you-do when it came to the engine repairs she'd done. More than anything, though, she was just plain sick and tired of playing therapist and trying to smile. No point in it anyhow, gorrammit.
So here she was now, bundled up with the plant suit on bottom, coveralls over that, and even her winter coat, waiting with a turning stomach as the door opened slower than molasses traveled uphill. When it finally stopped, she marched to the closest box in the cargo bay, lifted it with more effort than she would have normally had to make, and chucked it straight out of the ship. Some of Mal's belongings spilled out of the box as it landed on the ground, many of the pieces broken. Served him right for leaving her alone on this gorram boat. Onto the next box.