After Miranda, Zoe Washburne changed.
She became harder, colder. Like a mere shell of the woman that she had been before. She still fulfilled her duties as first mate - Zoe was never one to let her captain down - but other than that, she did nothing more, never going beyond what was expected of her.
None of the crew had ever seen her like this before, and it scared them. Other than Mal - he remembered the last time the curly-haired woman was like this. It was right after the War, and Wash had fixed that.
She was like a Reaver - no, not a Reaver. That would require her to have enough emotion left for her to feel anger. She was more like... like the smuggling hole, River decided, as the younger of the Tam siblings sat up on the catwalk of the cargo hold. She was watching the soldier as she sat down there on one of the cargo boxes.
"He's still here, you know." River's voice broke through the silence, making the older woman jum