There's just enough time for the taller of the two's eyes to go wide in recognition before they cross trying to follow the path of Mal's fist to the man's face.

Mal grabs the man's robes to stop him from thumping to the ground and attracting more attention, all the while stripping them off the prone body.

"How do I look?" he asks offhandedly, raising the dark orange-red hood over his head.