<div class="floatleft">(http://i375.photobucket.com/albums/oo191/Gunmetal_Discord/Catgirls%20and%20Rayguns_zpsma7rzco0.png)</div>Kaylee let out a small sigh of relief as she noticed Fio providing her particular brand of aftercare to the crew’s cybernetically endowed member.  Fio had her quirks, but she wasn’t what Kaylee would call callous.  If she was getting handsy it was a pretty good indicator that Diane was going to be fine.<br/><br/>“Mmn…you know,” Kaylee said, reaching for the ceiling and arching her back as she stretched out, her eyes working their way up (and<em>up</em>) Sera’s towering form to meet her eyes, “The job stirred up some ugly memories, but I’m fine.  Eager to get paid and put it behind us.” She hid the lie behind an easy smile.  It was an old habit, back from when she’d been scratching out a living in the mud and rust, and when she’d been mixed up with the smuggling scene.  Showing weakness invited attack, better to keep her feelings under wraps.  Particularly because they<em>needed</em>to get paid, which meant she wasn’t going to be able to act on them.<br/><br/>“I could make some calls to people I know in the Fringe Alliance.  I doubt they’ll pay what TESLA was offering, but they’re probably the least likely to<em>use</em>the thing as intended.” She said with a shrug, “I’d rather offer to sell it back to CLI under the guise of salvage than involve the black market.  It might end up getting to TESLA anyway, but you can bet CLI will put the screws to ‘em and extort them for<em>way</em>more than we could.  It’d serve ‘em right.”<br/><br/>“If we put it up for auction on the black market, you<em>know</em>the Wrackenroon will want it.” She said, letting her arms swing down and clasping them behind her back, “That’s probably the worst case scenario for everyone.”