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...uhm. *She's not mad, just confused.*

It's not right... needs to be fixed... [Don't mind her as she tears through your stuff in a frenzy trying to rearrange whats in front of her.]

What's not right, mèimei?

Chaos. Hard to explain. Fix things. Less chaotic. Everyone's happier.

*A tiny sigh.* I trust ya.

I can fix it, you can't fix me, but I can fix it. [Currently that it is the games Kaylee stores in her room.]

He tilted his head, just watching this, leaning against the doorframe, arms folded loosely across his chest, "Did I have the wrong feng shui?"

"You're messy, it's a mess. Needs to be cleaned up. You'll trip and fall and die soon if you don't." She seems oddly sure of this fact.

He didn't have much to start with, and it was, for the most part, contained and shelved and out of the way, though there were low cushions for sitting and for lounging, as well as a small low table for the same thing, "I see."

He didn't, really, but he was watching all the same, "Thank you, for making sure that I don't."

"Self preservation is in all of us." She's pushing things into cubbyholes that once held nothing. Until there's nothing on the floor and she just sort of sprawls out there. "Better now..."

He eased into the room, settling on the now-bare floor, leaning against a wall, one knee drawn to his chest, arms draped loosely around it, "It's ... more spare than I'm used to."

"What's inside a room doesn't matter. Material things serve no purpose." She's quite contented to just lay there on the floor looking up at the ceiling bright eyed as though it's the most interesting thing in the world. "Need, Want, Have, all ideals based of incorrect information."

He could say he'd seen stranger things, and maybe he had, but in any case, he wasn't going to argue with her, he just tilted his head, watching her for the moment, "Is that so?"

"Yes." She states, very matter of fact indeed.

He couldn't help but smile at that, her certainty in that statement. It wasn't often that he met anyone who was quite that positive about anything, "You sound mighty sure of that."

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It's probably best not to startle her. Not that she has anything dangerous in her hand, but she is a might unpredictable. Currently she has all your clothing dumped out in the middle of the floor and shes tossing them in various piles.

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Please tell me you didn't do this to the entire ship.

Not all. Little more than half way done... [Yup she's rearranged a good 2/3's of your ship already.]

Jayne is not going to like this.

You left the guns alone right? If Vera was moved a fraction of an inch that idiot will know. I don't wanna deal with this!

_{[Mal throws his hands in the air]}

Just items. But items I can't touch. Not allowed. [Which means no. Your stuff however is currently all over the dining hall as she is slowly working through the best way to organize it all.]