[ She exhales with an exasperated explosion of breath, setting her hands on her hips in an unconscious imitation of the man currently crumpled in the snow at their feet. ]
Idiot.
[ March's gun is still there by his hand; she reaches down to grab it, tucking the little snub-nosed pistol into the back of her waistband before looking back over at Mal. ]
Look, you don't owe him shit, but if you'd give me a hand getting him inside, I'd appreciate it.
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Idiot.
[ March's gun is still there by his hand; she reaches down to grab it, tucking the little snub-nosed pistol into the back of her waistband before looking back over at Mal. ]
Look, you don't owe him shit, but if you'd give me a hand getting him inside, I'd appreciate it.