Badger: Who’s that then? Here, look at me. What’s your story, love?
Simon: She’s … just a… just a passenger.
Badger: Yeah? Why ain’t she talking? She got a secret?
River: (with Badger’s accent) Sure, I got a secret. More than one. Don’t seem likely I’d tell ’em to you now, do it? Anyone off Dyton Colony knows better than to talk to strangers. You’re talking loud enough for the both of us though, ain’tcha? I’ve known a dozen like you. Skipped off home early, running graft jobs here and there. Spent some time in the lock down, but less than you claim. And you’re what? Petty thief with delusions of standing? Sad, little king of a sad, little hill.
Badger: Nice to see someone from the old homestead.
River: Not really. (to Simon) Call me if anyone interesting shows up. (leaves)
Badger: I like her.
Jayne: That there — exactly the kind of diversion we could have used.