Mal knew he shouldn’t have gone into that bar. Sihnon wasn’t some backwater planet. Any trick that Wash could have tried to save his sorry neck out on a border planet wasn’t likely to work on a Core planet. When he went into the bar, he knew he was courting trouble.
He was just glad that Aurora had decided she was in their debt. Jail cells weren’t comfortable, it didn’t matter how rich a planet was. He’d commed the digits she’d given him and he was released almost as soon as the person on the other end of the line picked up. The Alliance officer apologized
to him for his inconvenience. He was going to get off of this freaky planet before someone in the government tried to shake his hand and call him a hero or something.