Inara was sitting on the bed, still in her dressing gown. Her hair was up, but she clearly wasn't ready to go herself. The lovely gown selected for the event was lying on the bed next to her. She'd spent most of the day rehearsing what she was going to say, but now that he was here?

She shook her head quickly when he popped back out, half dressed and concerned. "No! No, I'm not mad at you. Nothing like that. I just . . . "

The former Companion finally looked up at him. "We need to talk. Before we go out." Because she couldn't put on her professional face when she was this distracted.