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[Mal's at the pawn shop today; the feed is not accidental, for once. He's all business right now.] Got a handful of new people poppin' in. Name's Mal Reynolds; I run what amounts to a police force here, staffed by us miscreant transplants. You got a problem or want in on it, you let me know. Guard HQ's mid-Market and Crowley's Pawn Shop's on one end. You'll find me in one the two places.
[That done, the all-business expression slips just a little as he switches gears. Speaking of the pawn shop:]
I've seen some strange things come through these shop doors. Usually, I can identify 'em. This one's got me a little less than certain.
[And then he turns the tablet to show off this gem.]
Anyone know what the hell this thing is supposed to be?
[That done, the all-business expression slips just a little as he switches gears. Speaking of the pawn shop:]
I've seen some strange things come through these shop doors. Usually, I can identify 'em. This one's got me a little less than certain.
[And then he turns the tablet to show off this gem.]
Anyone know what the hell this thing is supposed to be?