"....what." No, no, he'll come back to that later. For now? Mine. Mine with a spike through his LEG. That's both incredibly hardcore and horrifying because space obviously he lived but jesus christ.

And he's so nonchalant about it. 'Oh a spike through my leg, bit of a bother'. If anyone ever questions how much Mal would fit with them in the new group he'll just mention that. A casual disregard for personal safety in the midst of explosives is a requirement. Damn.

"How did you- I mean. You didn't die. Obviously. How?"