Firefly Glen One Hand, One Heart

Oh.  She couldn't explain why she was so hesitantly freaked about going in there, but it was funny how the tables had turned this time around.  It was almost tempting to decline and just crack a joke about how he could handle it himself, surely.  Big strong guy like him, yeah?  His voice was in no way ominous, so there was nothing to explain the reluctance that was likely clearly visible.

Isn't that more a fighter's job than a medic's?  She asked instead, not leaving, but instead sitting down where she was and letting her face relax into a somewhat coy smile.  She didn't know what his aim was and was thrown off enough to dig her heels in for a time to find out.  She had nothing positive to associate this den to in the least; she'd left that day with the melodramatic intention of never stepping foot in it again.