"Yes, it does take some getting used to after those gaudy crystals." She grabbed one wrist behind her back and let her stride relax slightly. This wasn't the army, regardless of what her body seemed to think, regardless of the fact that it was, well, a forced march. She could stand to pace herself a bit.

"Allergic? No. Not as such." Tilting her head, Mal looked forward again and smirked. "Although yes, it does bother me. It's a family trait." How relevant the family trait was remained to be seen. She wasn't burning yet, and after this time she should be feeling some effects.

Maybe they hadn't been lying. Maybe she really was human now. Wouldn't that be a turn-up for the books.