Like what? He's Mal. One of those really smart dumb guys you hear about all the time.
[ Chris leans his hip against the counter, eyes trailing to the kettle. Not whistling yet, but beginning to rattle. ]
No games, Trip. ... not now, anyway. Assuming you're not so hungover that you wouldn't notice climbing out of a hammock this morning, you weren't in the guest room.
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[ Chris leans his hip against the counter, eyes trailing to the kettle. Not whistling yet, but beginning to rattle. ]
No games, Trip. ... not now, anyway. Assuming you're not so hungover that you wouldn't notice climbing out of a hammock this morning, you weren't in the guest room.