Jayne picks up a plastic T-rex from the floor, it's stubby arms no good for a thing.
Jayne puts it down where it supposed to be, before he pisses Mal off. Jayne isn't sure he can stomach this; nobody's been here since.
Mal looks at him, shakes his head. "It was quick." A mercy when Reavers are involved. "Hand me the lazar saw, hold it still."
Wash's arms were useless now - can't use them to fly, make love to Zoe or play with his dinosaurs. Jayne resists touching them, he touches stuff to know it's there, it's not.