Joy's eyes creased up as she smiled. "Then I believe she's made her choice." A nod at Jayne, who looked like he was about to protest. "Think of it as letting our newest crew-members have some time to adjust. Not everyone is used to living in spaceships, Mr. Cobb."

"Time ta 'adjust'..." Jayne snorted, eyeing them. "Sure sure. Ya know where to find me if ya need something Joy." Another smirk and hint of challenge as he eyed Trunks once more. "Call me if ya need help, Pretty Boy."

Nurse Joy just smiled, but with that hint of steel again. "I'm sure he's able to watch Ms. Queen and make sure she rests. I can leave it in your hands, right Trunks?" Hands clasped in front of her, expecting his agreement.

Going from holding himself and resisting the urge to rise to the bait Jayne shot at him, and then to being given an order took him a moment. "Ye-yes." A little taken aback, like he hadn't expected to be given the task.

"Then it's settled. Besides, it can be quite an adjustment for all of us, arriving here." Clear that Nurse Joy was having the last word, as she turned her attention back to Jayne. "Actually Mr. Cobb, I would like your help with something..."

The taller man perked up with a hint of grin, as she lead the way further into medical.

Coming over to Thea, now that the initial crisis was over, Trunks relaxed a little and seemed almost awkward.