River is the one that had managed to, eventually, communicate that Holden and his crew weren't the threat everyone assumed they were. Took a bit of shouting, and some insistent pulling on Mal's coat before he started shooting, but, you know.
No one is dead.
Still tense, and Simon especially doesn't like any single part of this. Mal has Holden separated from the rest of his own crew, waiting inside one of the unoccupied passenger rooms. Technically, Simon isn't supposed to be the one that goes in there. Both Mal and Zoe were pretty clear on that front (Mal with a stern order, and Zoe with a glare).
"You said you wanted to talk."
He slips into the room easy enough, slides the door closed behind him. Tries to loom, but its Simon and looming is difficult when the other person isn't on the bed in the infirmary.
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No one is dead.
Still tense, and Simon especially doesn't like any single part of this. Mal has Holden separated from the rest of his own crew, waiting inside one of the unoccupied passenger rooms. Technically, Simon isn't supposed to be the one that goes in there. Both Mal and Zoe were pretty clear on that front (Mal with a stern order, and Zoe with a glare).
"You said you wanted to talk."
He slips into the room easy enough, slides the door closed behind him. Tries to loom, but its Simon and looming is difficult when the other person isn't on the bed in the infirmary.
"Let's talk."