The setup is much more complex than his office on Osiris, of course, and the equipment purrs to itself nearly silent, tiny lights blinking. The main screens are dark, but the encryption arrays that aren't built in are tucked under and against screens and data-boxes, running lines of bright LEDs. It's state of the art, far better than his old office, and even farther from Serenity's.
(such a slender thread)
His files -- some open, some closed, some covered with face-down pages of mental notes -- are ordered just as they ever were, in tidily fanned lines.
(it isn't mine, I shouldn't have to)
River stares at her fingertips, and the old glass paperweight,

"It looks like the sea, Simon."
"Cái búshì. The sea doesn't look like that. Go find a picture and you'll see. The composition's totally different."
"It should."

and says nothing.