Kaylee has always been adaptable, in her own way. Mostly, this way involves smiling and being friendly to everyone she meets, in most situations that don't involve gunfire. Still, waking up in a vat of goo, with a tube down her throat - it's disorienting to say the least.

But she's alive, that's something, and not injured as far as she can tell, that's something else. Besides, the rest of the people here are in the same situation, so obviously, however they got here, it must've been some kind of accident. Or misunderstanding. Either way, they're out in the black, and Kaylee knows - knows with the certainty of complete and perfect trust - that Mal will be coming to find her. Mal would never, ever just leave her behind somewhere, not if it's in his power to get her back.

That's just the kind of man he is, that's just the kind of Captain he is. He looks out for his crew.

So Kaylee takes it all in stride, really. After all, everyone else here is in the same sort of trouble - too bad Serenity can't hold them all. Otherwise she'd be bound and determined to help all of them get back to where they belong.

As it is, she finds her way to the showers, hoping to find a familiar face.