Simon? Who's this "Simon" chump? Ah, competition. River makes a face at the thought, scared and rather disturbed. Charms. Bangles and trinkets. She doesn't care much for them, never did. Hesitantly placing a hand on Oogie's arm for balance, she takes a few small steps to put a distance between him and herself.

The leer makes her wince, stumbling back a little in slight fear. "No," she whimpers. "No time," she mutters to him urgently, as if it were a secret shared only between them. Turning her attention to her surrounding again, River staggers away from Oogie slowly, looking around as if searching for something. "Find," she tells him without turning around, "Get found. Keep flying. Jayne kills me different way."