The huff and grunt of heavy lifting warns him as he walks across the cargo bay; Jayne has started ahead of him. The man is curling as much as Book himself presses. Jayne's face is tight with concentration and effort, the sweat pouring down his forehead and neck. He's working with a vengeance, a sure sign that the man is in one of his pondering moods.

Book waits a moment before entering the area, just watching. He's sure that most of the crew would be surprised that their rough and ready mercenary has moments of deep thought. Well, perhaps not the captain. Malcolm has a keen eye for what passes among his crew, though he does get blind-sided on occasion. None of the rest bother to look deeper at a man they've written off as uncouth and stupid. But Book has spent time with Jayne, here and in the galley, and knows he often finds things to question. Ethics and emotion are much harder for Jayne than a normal man, though, so Book tries his best to herd him gently toward the right path.

"You going to watch all day, preacher?"

And he's not stupid, Book has discovered. His talents just lie in a different direction. Such as stalking and shooting. Book walks to the bench and starts loading weights on the bar.

"So what is our topic today, son?"

Jayne sets down his load with a careful thunk.

"I just don't get people sometimes," he announces.

Book settles in on the bench, praying for assistance to bear his burden.

On to Odd Man Out.