"I lost a good gun once," Jayne said sympathetically, looking off into some memory before shrugging and swigging down some more alcohol. "Vera could blow a hole in a starship."

Tyr leaned both arms on the counter and picked up his glass. "Then you have to break in a new one."

Jayne scowled and shook his head.

"I had it for a decade," Tyr added.

They shared a commiserating glance and emptied their glasses together.