"Slavers, huh?" Serenity took a moment to consider the information before speaking again. "Yeah, I've got a ship. A cruiser. Docked at the orbital elevator. Before we go running off to fight slavers, though, we'll need a plan. We'll need to know what we're getting into, their defenses. If you can give me something to start with, I should be able to dig up some information and put something together. Oooh, I hope they're on a ship..." If they were on a ship, she could try to capture it during their rescue operation. And then she could refit it to her purposes, maybe sell it.

A ship used by slavers would have a lot of holding cells, or at least a large holding area and life support enough to support their 'freight'. She could refit it into a hospital ship and sell it to an underfunded medical outfit with a reasonable payment plan. Give them the edge they need to get past financial problems.

As she considers the various possibilities, she takes another puff from her space moss. "Mm, anybody want some, by the way?" The smoke, as she inhales it, is drawn through a long path, going around her body like a crazy straw. Really, she was just entertaining herself by doing that.