Mal glowered at charges presented by the port authority – docking fee, a percentage for the stevedore's union (though they'd done their own unloading), exorbitant refueling charges...

"Buncha qiang bao hou-zi de pirates!"

Jayne snorted. "Told ya it ain't worth it."

Zoe pried the list out of Mal's clenched fist. "Sadly, he's right. By the time we pay all these fees, there's barely enough profit left to limp off to our next job, let alone do any real maintenance..."

"This!" Mal pointed at the list then shook his finger at the rest of the crew. "This is why we do crime!"