Unimpressed Mal is totally unimpressed. Just by the reactions and the sort so far, he was quickly gathering them as Core of Alliance folk. It was enough to make him snort slightly. "Okay. So. We got six pods an' four teams with th' rest of us left out in th' cold." Hooking his thumbs behind his pistol belt the captain of Serenity sucked on his teeth slightly. "Now I may not be all brainy and book learny but that seems t' me to mean either two teams have t' go twice or you need to pull us folk from th' side lines t' play in this little game."

Taking a few steps away from the people he was standing close to, Malcolm put on the biggest most winningest smile he could manage. "Don't reckon I take to kind to that idea. Six teams means gettin' th' job done faster. So. Anyone who wants t' come with me is more than welcome to."