[i]The woman grit her teeth as she stowed her revolver behind her black cloak, her stormy, dark gray eyes never leaving Serenity. She'd seen enough for a night, and was almost certain that she was just dreaming a horribly realistic and frightening nightmare. It was just a nightmare. Just a nightmare, she kept telling herself. Gulping, Paint began slowly backing away.[/i] "No need for a fight, right? I'll just go, then." [i]She said cautiously, waiting for Serenity to make some sort of move.[/i]