"Wǒ dì mā hé tā de feng-kuáng de wàishēng dōu - Jayne, quit shooting it and run!"

Wash pulled himself up painfully, lurching in a kind of half-lunge, half-sprawl in the direction of the nearest building. After a couple of false starts, he staggers into the doorway.

The trail of blood he leaves on the way probably isn't very encouraging at all.