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[badinlatin]

With not any sign of explanation on his immediate person, Captain Mal Reynolds walks into the bar from the main door dressed in a suit with a too-large jacket and the seam split in the left shoulder. The sunglasses he's wearing look crooked on his face - the frames were bent at some point in the recent past.

Mal is muttering something to himself. If you have any comprehension of the Mandarin of his 'verse, it's...probably not meant for children's ears.

[ooc: around tonight until about ten, but will be able to tag back throughout the day tomorrow and the weekend.]