Well, that confirms it, then: this man is out of his gorramn mind.
Not that Mal hadn't suspected as much already but, well, he'd be willing to withhold his better judgement seeing how he'd near passed out in a panic which could have flustered him up not too mentioned addled his brain enough that even once he managed to get back up on his feet - though still didn't seem all that steady for a man claiming he didn't require a lick of help - he was still sprouting off pure nonsense, not even seeming to notice just how little proper sense he's making.
Also, truth be told, he just comes off as something of a complete and utter ass.
Now that might not seem all that fair a thing to say considering Mal us suppose to be showing some kindness here by giving the benefit of the doubt, but, well, to be fair to Mal only ever met for that to extend in as far as not immediately assuming the man to be totally of his rocker when his hysteria could have easily enough been from the sudden attack and violent collapse. On the other hand, ever since first offering this total stranger a hand up the man's gone out of his way to be a zìgaozìdà de pìyǎn. Possibly it just comes to his naturally, of course, and this is just this fellow's typical sunny personality but Mal's trying to be at least somewhat generous, although why'd he bothered when it's pretty much clear as day he's dealing with the sort of self absorbed petty bastard who wouldn't notice any kindness extended his way.
So that Mal felt pretty certain of, having figured it out a good while back and to say that the stranger hasn't been putting in the effort to go changing his mind on the mater is something of an understatement. If anything man's got a perverted sense of determination driving him on to make gorramn sure Mal knows how much as an ass he is willing to be. Gotten to the point where Mal's pretty much bored by the entire act. Bit like having Jayne on board, really. After a while you jut get use to his brutish demeanor and rude mannerisms. Don't make him any more likable or mean that Mal's about to let him get away with anything once he's crossed that line, but true enough that after you're stuck in close quarters with someone for weeks on end you develop a kid of immunity or at least feel less and less an urge to shoot 'em.
This strange is still definitely on the list for folks Mal wouldn't mind shooting if he had bullets to spare, but considering he don't know when he'll be able to reload and if this place is a core planet how seriously they take that kind of thing. In his own opinion always seems the closer you get to the core the more and more people fret and overreact to eve a minor scuffle. Don't male the man any less of a jerk who likely deserves it, just means that Mal's sensible enough to realize whatever small catharsis he get wouldn't be worth all the trouble surly come his way as a result.
'Sides, even Mal don't see the right in shooting someone whose clearly confused, and not in the same way Mal s just because he happens to be lost in these here woods and without any idea how he got here or where he left his ship. No, this man is one of those type who goes on about aliens living among us and people still populating Earth in secret using some sort of fancy faster-than-light teleporting to get what supplies they need from the newly terraformed worlds out here and then returning home. Mal's been around long enough to have heard all the conspiracy theories but this one... He's special, taking it to an extra level of hysteria Mal hadn't witnessed from many folks, and he's got an partially mental reader whose been living on board his ship for over a well now.
"Really thinking you might want to take that seat," Mal repeats his earlier advice, though he's not sure how much it's going to help since it's seeming less and less likely this is a passing instance. But Mal's not even sure there is a cure for thinking you've been kidnapped to work on an alien ship or live in the center of the Earth or whatever it was he'd gone rambling on - Mal'd given up on following too closely when he realized the whole thing was pure and utter nonsense. Doesn't leave him with a lot of suggestions he could offer or things he could do to help fix his actual brain so the best he could think of is just to try to get him to take is easy, rest up some. Or as Mal gently puts it, "Think it's best if you give yourself a good minute to getta go hold of your composure and calm right the hell down before you do yourself any harm, dong ma?"
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Not that Mal hadn't suspected as much already but, well, he'd be willing to withhold his better judgement seeing how he'd near passed out in a panic which could have flustered him up not too mentioned addled his brain enough that even once he managed to get back up on his feet - though still didn't seem all that steady for a man claiming he didn't require a lick of help - he was still sprouting off pure nonsense, not even seeming to notice just how little proper sense he's making.
Also, truth be told, he just comes off as something of a complete and utter ass.
Now that might not seem all that fair a thing to say considering Mal us suppose to be showing some kindness here by giving the benefit of the doubt, but, well, to be fair to Mal only ever met for that to extend in as far as not immediately assuming the man to be totally of his rocker when his hysteria could have easily enough been from the sudden attack and violent collapse. On the other hand, ever since first offering this total stranger a hand up the man's gone out of his way to be a zìgaozìdà de pìyǎn. Possibly it just comes to his naturally, of course, and this is just this fellow's typical sunny personality but Mal's trying to be at least somewhat generous, although why'd he bothered when it's pretty much clear as day he's dealing with the sort of self absorbed petty bastard who wouldn't notice any kindness extended his way.
So that Mal felt pretty certain of, having figured it out a good while back and to say that the stranger hasn't been putting in the effort to go changing his mind on the mater is something of an understatement. If anything man's got a perverted sense of determination driving him on to make gorramn sure Mal knows how much as an ass he is willing to be. Gotten to the point where Mal's pretty much bored by the entire act. Bit like having Jayne on board, really. After a while you jut get use to his brutish demeanor and rude mannerisms. Don't make him any more likable or mean that Mal's about to let him get away with anything once he's crossed that line, but true enough that after you're stuck in close quarters with someone for weeks on end you develop a kid of immunity or at least feel less and less an urge to shoot 'em.
This strange is still definitely on the list for folks Mal wouldn't mind shooting if he had bullets to spare, but considering he don't know when he'll be able to reload and if this place is a core planet how seriously they take that kind of thing. In his own opinion always seems the closer you get to the core the more and more people fret and overreact to eve a minor scuffle. Don't male the man any less of a jerk who likely deserves it, just means that Mal's sensible enough to realize whatever small catharsis he get wouldn't be worth all the trouble surly come his way as a result.
'Sides, even Mal don't see the right in shooting someone whose clearly confused, and not in the same way Mal s just because he happens to be lost in these here woods and without any idea how he got here or where he left his ship. No, this man is one of those type who goes on about aliens living among us and people still populating Earth in secret using some sort of fancy faster-than-light teleporting to get what supplies they need from the newly terraformed worlds out here and then returning home. Mal's been around long enough to have heard all the conspiracy theories but this one... He's special, taking it to an extra level of hysteria Mal hadn't witnessed from many folks, and he's got an partially mental reader whose been living on board his ship for over a well now.
"Really thinking you might want to take that seat," Mal repeats his earlier advice, though he's not sure how much it's going to help since it's seeming less and less likely this is a passing instance. But Mal's not even sure there is a cure for thinking you've been kidnapped to work on an alien ship or live in the center of the Earth or whatever it was he'd gone rambling on - Mal'd given up on following too closely when he realized the whole thing was pure and utter nonsense. Doesn't leave him with a lot of suggestions he could offer or things he could do to help fix his actual brain so the best he could think of is just to try to get him to take is easy, rest up some. Or as Mal gently puts it, "Think it's best if you give yourself a good minute to getta go hold of your composure and calm right the hell down before you do yourself any harm, dong ma?"