Being shown up never really bothered him. Being treated like glass? Did. Mal kicked his ass soundly and that's something he's kind of missed. "We can build giant ass robots to fight space monsters from the bottom of the ocean- can't do anything about a fucked up retina or cataract. Where are the priorities, man?"

He steps back into position, shoulders loose, hands up. "Let's try that again with me not fucking up this time."