"Kaylee, that's not even -- "

Beat.

"Okay it is and xiexie ni that's going to be a big help especially when Mal comes around jangling a coffee can and going 'please sir may I have some backups,' but -- " He cycles his hands, looking perilously close to floundering. "If you want to say good-bye in ways not involving work and jobs and other wacky things like that, you're allowed?"

He wasn't trying to make that last sentence sound like a question. Crap.