Jayne snorted in a sort of rude way, "Hell if I know. Buncha bugs from another world blow up our worlds...eat em or somethin'. I don't remember ever seenin' it happen though. S'far as I'm concerned it's all made up."

Except that it really couldn't be because of all the amazing tech he'd seen here so far.

"I guess the ship scoops people up before the OHM destroys their world, keeps us sleepin' till she figures it's time to set us free." He sat down on a bench toweling sweat from his head and neck, "Before that? I'm a man who gets things done in my own verse. Keep to myself, find a job, get it done." Jayne had found that only some girls liked knowing what kind of man he really was for a living, and he was testing the waters with Chell.