Then, slowly -- tiredly, a little, but then they all look tired a lot of the time, these days -- she reaches into that bulging coat pocket, and pulls out something. Something dark green, long and thin, with bumps that glitter in the sunlight; a loop of it, and more slides out of the pocket as her hand rises.
It's a string of Christmas lights.
(From Bar. Not from Serenity; those ones are still where Kaylee last put them.)
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For several seconds. Maybe more.
Then, slowly -- tiredly, a little, but then they all look tired a lot of the time, these days -- she reaches into that bulging coat pocket, and pulls out something. Something dark green, long and thin, with bumps that glitter in the sunlight; a loop of it, and more slides out of the pocket as her hand rises.
It's a string of Christmas lights.
(From Bar. Not from Serenity; those ones are still where Kaylee last put them.)