( while inara wasn't trying to analyze and observe every single person she encountered here— at least not more than what she needed for her own self-perseverance, it didn't escape her just how stiff his answer seemed to become.

she wasn't too sure on what to think of harold beyond just seeing him as a kind, sophisticated kind of gentleman but it seemed much like herself, they were the kind of people to have their own reservations about things.

so she simply smiled, nodding and accepting his answer at face value before she looked around and seemed to agree with him. )

Well we all need some downtime to keep our sanity right. It almost seems like this place was built to encourage that, though the availability of items is rather....rough.

( given they weren't really offered much luxuries it seemed. )

Really? A race car? Did they supply sticky glue and popsicles for the endeavor?

( a little joke to help ease tensions. )