"And this," said Malcolm, pulling himself out of the flow of foot-traffic around the landing areas, "is the man wondering why so many people are standing not inside my ship. Time to play about with names when we're off the ground." The Captain strode through the group right between the Tams and the newest addition to the ship's cargo, making his own nonverbal statement on the issue of where lines were currently drawn. "If you're done giving the good doctor a fit I need you on the bridge, little one. Get about marking a clean run to our next stop."<br/><br/>A few button-slaps on the panel on his way to the cargo bay stairs started the airlock doors closing and the cargo ramp rising up, Kaylee's chair teetering at the foot of the ramp in its upward movement. He stopped at the landing mid-level to call down, "Doc, best bring the Shepherd on up to the kitchen. Good a place as any to get acquainted all at once. I don't suppose you're any hand as a cook, are you, Shepherd?"