"Over here!" replies 'Dora, her voice faint on the opposite end of the deck.

She's standing on the fo'c'sle, near the railing, beaming at a couple of rather battered oranges, holding one out to Mal as he approaches.

"I Summoned them a couple of hours ago, hoping I had enough energy for it," she explains, digging her thumb into the rind and giggling as the juice nearly sprays her in the eye. "Dunno where they've come from, but they're a far sight better than most of the rations."