She marches him straight to her quarters and anyone that stares is given a look that sends them in the opposite direction. People seem to know better than to say much at the moment, though -- everyone is worried about Max.

Unlocking her doors, Inara ushers him inside and slides the lock closed behind them.

The room is very lavishly decorated; silk hangings cover the harsh steel of the walls and oriental paintings are artfully placed. The floor is home to wall to wall carpeting installed per Inara's request -- a deep burgundy color with flecks of gold that candlelight brings out. A distinct hint of sandalwood incense hangs in the air, and Inara is quick to move around the room, lighting a few candles to create a warmer, more welcoming ambiance.

"I am going to make you some tea," she tells him quietly, wringing her wrist to put out a match. "It will help calm you." Coffee is loaded with caffeine - and it's terrible for someone who is already anxious. Lavender chamomile with a drop of honey -- that will be much better for him at this point.

"Please, sit." She gestures -- there's a plush red couch that backs up against one wall, an ornamental table in front of it. "I'll just be a moment."