[ddd][log][Kaylee]

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By all rights, Scotty probably shouldn't have been inviting Miss Kaylee over for a tour of the Enterprise. And he did feel a bit guilty about doing it; they were supposed to ask Jim if they could bring people over, but Jim... the community seemed to have let him go. He could ask Spock, maybe, but he figured he was a good enough judge of character to bend the rules just a little bit, and besides, a fellow engineer wouldn't pose any threat to the ship.

So as soon as he told Miss Kaylee he'd beam her over, Scotty hurried up to the transporter room, got a lock on the signal of the device she was using to access the community, and brought her over, unable to help a small, cocky grin as she materialized on the landing platform. "Welcome t'the Enterprise."

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Kaylee shouldn't have been vanishing from her own ship, either. Mal probably would throw a fit if she didn't explain where she was or why she was gone, but they were just traveling at the moment and there wasn't anything that could possibly happen that would need her back on deck. They weren't near reaver space and they weren't even running at full power. Serenity could cruise on her own for a while without her best friend.

When she was 'beamed' onto this Enterprise ship she hadn't expected it to feel like it did; which was nothing at all. In fact, by time she had time to think about how nervous she was about letting some other person in some other dimension do something to her person that she knew nothing about... she was already there.

She felt like her balance was off the minute she landed on the transporter pad. Looking around she cursed in Mandarin a very colorful string of words, eyes wide, but smiling. Looking around the entire room was white and shiny. Everything glistened. Not like the worn and much loved metals that made up Serenity. She herself looked out of place. Looking down at her jumper and floral patterned shirt she smirked. Her hair was up in twin buns at the crown of her head like she so often liked to wear it.