Inara knew that she was being watched. Being aware of your surroundings at all times, that had been a good part of her early training as a companion. It didn't show on her face, though, or in the way that she carried herself.

No, instead Inara strolled down Hydroponics, her Indian-style bell earrings gently tinkling as she did so. She looked around, familiarizing herself with the place. It was a beautiful place, she thought to herself. Very relaxing. It was also as close to nature as Inara was ever going to get to upon the ship, and she was determined to milk that for all it was worth. Halfway through her stroll, Inara found a pleasant place to sit - a little corner filled with fragrant flowers, some which Inara recognized, and others which she didn't. Gently, she lowered herself into the corner and leaned over to sniff the flower. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the scent. For some reason, the sweetness of the scent made her think of Mal.

Inara's eyes flew open. Not the sort of thing I'm too keen on imagining, she thought to herself.

She settled down, taking up a lotus position, and relaxed. There were many things she needed to think about, but she'd rather focus on someone else's issues just then.

Like the man who was watching her. She smiled daintily to herself and waited to see if he would reveal himself.