The instant his feet started to leave the floor, Mal was making a grab to hold onto something. What he really wasn't expecting was to see the damned ugly ship they were on and the sheer size. Perhaps that is why, when he spoke lowly, it was in a rush. "Ō, zhè zhēn shì gè kuàilè de jìnzhăn- what th' ruttin' hell is that supposed to be?"