He seems calmer now, but smaller - drained down to awkward angles and pale skin. He rubs at a spot (always the same spot) just over his right eyebrow, and closes his eyes, thinking.
"I don't know yet. We've got everyone blocking us, and at every damn turn. We can't... we've got nothing."
He lets out a long, low breath.
"We need to contact Mal again anyway, let him know we're stuck for the moment, until we can find a way. He might have something that can help."
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Date: 2006-06-21 06:12 am (UTC)"I don't know yet. We've got everyone blocking us, and at every damn turn. We can't... we've got nothing."
He lets out a long, low breath.
"We need to contact Mal again anyway, let him know we're stuck for the moment, until we can find a way. He might have something that can help."