Wash stumbled to a stuttering halt at the look on Jayne's face. It wasn't like he'd never seen the big man scared before, but usually it involved Reavers, or... Reavers. Having that look turned on him was something else.

"If you're dead, then I'm dead, and I don't feel very dead." He patted along his torso. "Not dead-feeling. Why do you look like you've just seen a pack of Reavers?"