"Hard to keep the lies straight when the truth screams and hides in the same breath." She puffs out her cheeks in minor irritation. "Would be different, back home. An agreed upon truth, necessary lies." Not that his lies are unnecessary, exactly, but there are moment when River rather misses the way that Mal tended to make everything so real, so firmly centered in reality just by being there.

Which makes her think of his Mal, naturally. "I don't have a low opinion either. Perhaps, I should take offense; I remind you of a ghost."

A slight shrug and she loops her arm through one of Eames. "A very pretty one, though."