Inara blinked, but gingerly withdrew her hand after Tarzan had finished sniffing it. He was from a different culture, and Inara accepted that. She'd learned long ago that it wasn't polite to judge.

Granted, that had never stopped her from judging Mal.

"That must have been quite an ordeal for you," Inara said. "Finding yourself in a pile of slime in a strange place." It was bad enough for Inara, but she couldn't imagine what it must have been like for Tarzan. "You came straight here, didn't you? After getting clothed?" She wasn't sure if he did, but it seemed like a reasonable enough guess.