Malcolm Beauregard Reynolds

[ooc: Quoted from here from myself and John for angsty purposes.]

Mal doesn't like the folk that just passed by, but his eyes connect instead with the student, blurting out:

"C'mon now - wanna get somewhere safe---"

...the corridor River and his fellows disappeared down explodes and he's engulfed in flames.

Mal is mostly protected, having two walls and some empty space between him and the source of the explosion, but the power conduits running through the wall to his left erupt.

that skiff is shredding us

we're gonna die

we can't die

those are our angels

Mal screams, falling over onto the grating of the now-hot corridor.

Below his ribcage on his right side, among other things, is a rather large piece of shrapnel from the cover of a junction box on the wall.