Alistair/Jayne - Escape into Dean-ger

<Snip> "So what now?" Alistair asked
"Now…we head back to Dean…" Jayne replied</Snip>
"Here leave this to me" said Alistair with a false sense of bravado. Since he no
longer had his money and power to impress women, using a screwdriver to open up
an air vent was the next best thing. He unfolded the step ladder that was
propped up against one corner of the cupboard and placed it under the vent. He
climbed up and took a screwdriver out of his jacket pocket and quickly undid the
screws holding the air vents cover in place. Climbing back down he flashed his
winning smile at Jayne, holding out his hand in invitation for her to climb
first.
Jayne was slightly disturbed by Alistair. He had the sort of smile that made you
think he might lunge for your neck at any second. If it wasn't for that fact he
was dressed like a geography teacher (ugly tweed suit, over-starched shirt,
hideous pullover etc.) she would say he looked quite sinister.
"No... after you" she smiled back at him. No way was she going to give this
drooling pervert an opportunity to leer at her arse.
"Very well, off we go!" said Alistair, just barely hiding his disappointment. He
ascended the ladder once more and crawled into the duct. When Jayne climbed in
after him he made sure she knocked the ladder over and reattached the grill so
they couldn't be followed.
"Right, which way now?" he asked her.
"Just keep crawling straight onwards, Al. I'll tell you when to go left or right
or down."
For twenty solid minutes they crawlled. Every so often they'd stop if they heard
or noise or for Jayne to consult her map. After what seemed like an eternity,
they made it to the cargo bay. Alistair unscrewed the bolts on the air duct and
crawelled out into the cavenous cargo bay.
"Oi!" came a voice
Alistair shot a look up at where the voice was coming from. Stood in front of
him was a scarily tall chap pointing a laser pistol at his head. Alistair would
have felt more threatend had it not been for the fact the guy was holding a
cheese and tomato breville in his spare hand and had a strand of runny cheesy
goo dribbling down his chin.
"Who are you?the man demanded
Jayne, who had by now climbed out of the air duct herself, came between the man
and Alistair.
"Hey, calm down Dean. He's with me. I found him down on Y-Deck."
"She's telling the truth" said Alistair. He held out his hand for Dean to shake,
then quickly retracted it after remembering the toasted sandwich. "I'm Doctor
Withnail. Alistair Withnail."
"Dean Thomas" replied the Dean, lowering his gun and taking a bite out of his
breville.
"Nice to meet you Dean. Now, can you tell me what the smeg is going on?"
<OOC: TAG - Jayne or Dean. Perhaps you can fill Alistair in? Or set him to work
on some clever-clever science-y stuff?>