Mal looks upward, holding the holster aloft. "Married, remember? It's a leg-strap. Relax," he adds with a smile.

Mal checks to make sure the mare's-leg hadn't been left loaded by whoever owned it before sliding it into its holster and strapping it around the midpoint of Elizabeth's thigh.

"It's going to be awkward learnin' how to walk without giving away the weight. I'd almost recommend wearin' some kind of strap on the other leg to make it feel more even, no matter if you're carryin' something else or no. Try to unholster it."