[He had not. Simon was less rattled by the nature of the Barge than Mal had anticipated, apparently, but there are still surprises for him. He's looking at the coat, blinks – and suddenly it's looking even better than it did before it was pierced.]
Wǒ cào*! What the hell was that? How'd you do that?
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Wǒ cào*! What the hell was that? How'd you do that?
*Holy fuck!