[ she brightens just a little bit to receive his thanks, a faint curve to her lips as she finally sits in the chair beside him. river is well aware that in most cases, she's a liability, a burden to those that have been kind enough to look after her. whether it's in abraxas or on serenity -

well. it's nice to be able to help, once in a while. ]

We have a very successful fledgling enterprise, if you ever need goods moved from one place to another.

[ she's very proud of her smuggling, even if it really only entails some wine from ikorr, drawing supplies from thorne's library, and now scraps of a bomb that was dropped on their heads. her smile fades and her gaze drops to the piece in viktor's hands. ]

They came a long way to get here. I couldn't see how it was made, but... it was like it had your fingerprints, or - or the color of your eyes.

[ not literally, of course, but in a similar vein of inheriting something from him as a descendent of his work. ]