She smirks and gestures, and water leaps from a pot to a cup and then begins to spin and leap among multiple containers - and her skin flickers with blue light like she's standing in an aquarium tunnel or underwater, and her clothing floats as if she's submerged. "A more literal magic - though the money-making requires more subtlety."

She whistles. "Damn. Nice trick."

"It's not my only one, though it's the showiest I can do here."

"Not at your best in a confined space?"

"I like some room to move about. Ideally somewhere not flammable."

"Well hell. Now I'm interested."

"I'll show off next suitable port."

"Looking forward to it."

She laughs a little and turns to work on dinner. 

Fuck yes.

Jayne will stick around. Not like she's got anything better to do, and she wants the first serving.

She'll ask questions about the 'verse as she works, if Jayne seems amenable. 

If she can stand the ground-level, lowbrow, overly cynical perspective.

It's a useful one, and not one she often gets. 

More of a shit than most rich fuckers give.

Curiosity was her job, to a certain extent. 

Rich people don't have real jobs.

What counts as a real job? 

Putting in the work to earn it.

And the rich don't work? 

Not enough to keep them out of trouble.

Sometimes work is trouble.

Not the way these people do it.

Moriya has gotten into more than her share of trouble while working. Perhaps it is a difference of cultures. 

Jayne doesn't know a whole lot of other people with literal magic powers, so yeah.

Magic powers come with pretty significant expectations, where she's from. Though a lot of those expectations are shaped like 'join the military.'