<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i814.photobucket.com/albums/zz64/kumiho333/Extras/ElizaDushku2.jpg)</td><td><br/>Kiran Washburne stormed down the corridor towards Serenity's bridge, the soles of her shoes echoing loudly.  She was in flames, having just been accosted by a passenger.  Even if he had mistaken her for a Companion, there were rules on how to treat them.  It had taken everything she had not to dump the fat little moneybag on his ass.  <strong>"Be nice to them, he says.  They're profit, he says.  See how nice he is when his ass gets pinched,"</strong> she mumbled under her breath.  She stopped and blew her bangs from her face, trying to collect herself.<br/><br/>Kiran had only been with Serenity a very short time, but so far it had been worth it.  With the sudden death of her brother, Hoban, she had come out of hiding to pilot the Serenity in his stead and can still remember the looks of surprise when she handed Zoe a letter from her brother.  Hobie had been sending her letters and one of his last had been a letter of recommendation should something happen to him, a plea for her to watch over Zoe and Serenity.  Apparently, he couldn't trust anyone else to do it.  When the letters had stopped, she knew something was wrong and she had confirmed it at her brother's grave.  Kiran then sought the Serenity and it's crew out of guilt because if she had been unable to prevent his death, but she found peace in a way.  Sitting in the pilot's seat was like talking to her brother and when no one was around, sometimes she did.<br/><br/>Standing there, in the dimly lit corridor, Kiran suddenly felt like there were eyes on her.  Her back stiffened and she turned and looked directly at the camera, her hands on her hips.  Somehow she just knew, Mal was eyeballing everyone.  She slapped her hand down on her arm and gave him the fist, smiling all the while.  She turned on her heel and continued on to the bridge.</td></tr></tbody></table>